I slide my right hand under her back, holding her in my arm, my left hand moves slowly from her neck to her breast, squeezing it as she moans to the t...ouch. I can feel her push her chest to my advancing tough. I move my lips to the side of her head. “You smell so good.” I say to her, she smiles. “I wonder…” I stop talking, moving my head to her nipple sucking on it. Her grasps on my cock get harder. I move my hand from her breast to her belly, stopping shortly on her belly button ring. I start. "I want you to fuck my face and tell me how your gonna make me cum". Brenda rears up and pushes her face towards Connie’s mouth. They’re in a lusty tongue flicking frenzy now and I can barley hear Brenda, but she's telling Connie that she wants her to lower her beautiful pussy over her face so she can get at every inch of it. "That's what I thought!” yells Connie and grabs Brenda’s mouth and darts her tongue inside! “I knew you where a dirty girl". Running the tongue up one side of Brenda’s. . If you want to be a car press 87, if you want to be a brassiere... Jeff had grown so tired that he forgot what the early numbers were. He slowly pressed #1. The voice replied You have chosen 1 woman. If this is correct hit 1 if not press 0. Please press now. Okay I'll press 1. To become a blonde press123456789987654321, to become a brunette press 2 to have black hair press 3, to be a redhead press 4, to have an exotic hair color press 5, to be bald press 6. What was that number for. If he wasn’t the eventual champion, then at least he was the most popular one there. Big shot seemed to get more and more pissed off, Cadee could see, and she hoped it wouldn’t affect the match. The 2 fighters came to the center and the referee went over the rules one more time again… IN the state he was in, Evan could read body language easily, as it allowed him to anticipate attacks. Even in his hazy state, he could see the other fighter was mad as hell. Evan smiled, it made no difference how.