I stood there for a moment with his goo just dripping down to the floor and he looked at my saturated face apologetic for messing up my cosmetics. I d...idn't mind getting my lipstick smudged or that my mascara was running from my tears of joy and spritzes of happy juice thinking ahead to the prospect of taking that thing from behind in the back end of my slit with his huge sacs bouncing on my clit.It was a vision soon a reality and I have to admit I was grunting just like one of those schoolgirls. Dennis meanwhile was trying to plot ways to impress Fazir. She reclined on a couch, close at hand to Dennis, always eager to serve him in any way possible. Dennis didn't know if that included the ultimate, biblical sense, but he wanted to make a good impression. He figured that he set his sights a little low with that tuna sandwich comment. He figured he had recovered and he wanted to make sure he was going to score with Fazir tonight.Somewhere in his scheming little mind he reasoned that since. Her pussy was so wet I could feel her juices soaking my clothes everywhere she sat on me. I pulled her dress over her shoulders, leaving her completely naked except for her jewely and heels. Gypsy yanked at my pants, trying to free my cock so she could have her way with it. There was no need to prep the end of my cock in order to avoid it's size stretching her out. She was so wet, her snatch easily gobbled up the entire length of my cock in one hard pounce. Gypsy, clenched her teeth and dug her. It was a tekst from her sister, saying that she and Samuel will be at her door any minute. Jasmine replied: “Sis!!! I am all packed just need to shower real quick, the door is open.” “I’m here Jasmine!” Iris shouted when she walked up the stairs. She got no reply, but could hear her younger sister humming a song in the shower. When Iris passed Jasmine’s bedroom she saw that her sister pretty much left it like it was when she got up so Iris decided to make her bed and open a window. She could.