“Urgghh Yesss… I’m yoour girl… Make me your slut!” I moan out, lost in it all. My mind is in a complete haze. Finally, she hilts herself ins...ide me, I can feel her balls on mine. A warmth fills my bowels as she deposits her load inside me. After another spurt, she pulls out and unwraps herself from me. She walks in front of me, getting down on her knees. “Clean my cock off, slut.” Without even a moment's hesitation, I get to work sucking her cock clean. The taste of my asshole lingers on that. " Jen looked worried as she said, "Mom and Dad, I forced Steve to make me a promise. The only way I'll marry him is if he allows me to tell his parents I've been working as a stripper. Dad, because his father's a friend of yours I'm also going to tell him how I tried to destroy your marriage — as well as the finest person alive, my new mother. If they say no — and they should — I told Steve I'll be his mistress for as long as he wants me."Bill looked at Ali and said, "Darling, why is it I think. And there was something exciting about the complete exposure of living under those conditions.Bear took her suitcase with her to the bedroom and set it down beside the bed. She stretched towards the ceiling, cracking a few joints while she did. Then she stretched to the floor, bending at her waist. Her pussy was outlined perfectly in those yoga pants."What do you think of the place?" she asked, turning around to face me."I don't know," I said, walking towards her and putting my hands around her. “There are a wealth of delights to be sampled here.”“I see that,” she murmured, her cheeks burning. Her brow furrowed as she stared at the menu which seemed to be written in something resembling hieroglyphics.“I can order for you, is you wish,” the bishop said with a smile, coming to her rescue.“I would be most grateful.”The hostess was a willowy woman with mismatched eyes who, after the bishop recited a list of delicacies made her own suggestions to which he agreed to. Meanwhile Alice.