She was still slightly on a high.“That was so unfair,” I said, “when you had all the rest of your set still to do.”“Haha busted,” she grin...ned, “but the audience was on our side.”“Especially the lads at the front.”“Yeah. Well you have to be sexy, if you’re going to get anywhere. And I was wearing shorts anyway.”“We were saying you’re all sexy,” said Faye.“Where are you planning to get to?” I asked.“I don’t see why we shouldn’t be rich and famous,” smiled Alice, “if we work at it. Practice a lot,. The smell of rotted flesh was so strong it disoriented her and made her eyes water. She gagged and staggered backward. She could feel weak protests of her actions radiating from the unknown person inside. ‘Go away… You will die here!’Béla braced herself against the overpowering smell and entered the small farmhouse. She found herself in a quaint little kitchen. The incredibly nauseous smell filled the small house. She hadn’t smelled anything that bad since she was killed and thrown into that. These two guys, two cocks, held me up and fucked me. Fucked my pussy and my mouth. As the cock in my mouth sawed in and out of my throat I moaned uncontrollably as I was fucked like never before. A quiet rhythmic "aahhumm ahhumm" echoed just over the hiss of the steam, "ahh from the pleasure of the cock in my pussy and "umm" from the taste of the cock in my mouth. And then the cock in my mouth swelled! Oh god! Was he going to cum in my mouth!? The second loud "Unnggh!" of the day echoed through. What do you say?Myself: What do I say? I mean, is the Pope Catholic?Abigail was wearing a blue coloured long cotton t-shirt and occasionally gave a glimpse of her cherry red thong. Now she wore a short white skirt and tucked her long cotton t-shirt inside it.Abigail: Sofia, you play the role of Miss Tuscano. Punish me for not preparing for the test.Being overjoyed due to excitement, I could smell the sharp odour coming from my pussy as it was ready to dribble.Myself: Mary, taking my test for.