She sat up on her heels again, and ran her hands admiringly against his flat stomach, before grabbing the fabric around his waist and pulling the last... of his clothes from his body in one final motion. As he stepped out of his pants and stood before him, she remained on her knees, looking up at him expectantly with the most adorable look she’d ever given him. Despite his rigid cock inches from he face, and a drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip, she maintained eye contact and said. We were still eating off the collapsible picnic tables that had been provided to us when we first got here. Heather thought she could replace them, with some help from our 'benefactors'. After all, while we had wood, we didn't have a lumber mill and we didn't cut lumber that would serve as table tops. As she put it, for now she would focus on learning the skill and next year we'd focus on supplying the wood that we needed. I had to agree with her.The other project that someone wanted to take on. .. tell me....what are you going to do...if I let you cum... what are you going to do for me? I want to hear you, Michael, beg me to feed it to you!" Please, honey, please feed me.... Feed me my cum... make me eat it, OH! I want it so bad, make me eat my cum.... Please Kim make me swallow my own thick cum!" my husband begs. When he cums I catch it all in a wine glass and then I pour into his open mouth and tell him to swallow it all.For months, Michael has been eating his own cum and we've both. ’ Rachel spit wildly from the drink she had been sipping and the girls howled again with unbridled laughter. Rebecca raised a playful eyebrow at her friend and winked as Rachel shook her head with slightly flushed cheeks. The mood was high, the jokes were razor sharp, and the alcohol was hugging the group like a warm blanket. It was going to be a good night. As they approached the street of the house they were headed to, Rachel felt excited relief that they had decided to come at all. The boys.
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