It was easily 9 inches long, thick as a soda can, and had the perfect powerful-looking veins running up the sides. The amount of pre-cum that oozed fr...om his cock into my mouth was almost as much as most guys’ full cum shots. It tasted so good.I took a brief moment to step away so that I could remove my clothes, as well. I looked at Mr. Knoth's body, which was a true work of art. A completely hairless muscular build with smooth, shiny chocolate skin. Even the straightest man alive would want to. The crew harboured some resentment as the wife used to one of their bosses, and this was their chance of getting their own back her as much as the clients, and if the lady boys had the stamina, she would get used, abused and fucked through the night. I also know in her mind the constant worry that Steph had been killed was there. I tried to calm her fears but I didn’t say anything, but I knew from the lads who took her away, that Steph had been crated and shipped via Lowestoft – Marseille and. I gagged as his cock hit thr back of my throat, trying to pull away. His hands held my head tight, his cock pulling back only to thrust again.I could taste the piss from the end of his cock, and the manly taste of a hot warm cock. All of a sudden he thrust deep into my throat, holding my face tight to his crotch as I struggled weakly against him. My throat convulsing and gagging. "God that feels amazing you little slut, you were born for this" My head felt like it was about to explode, his. Summoning all the courage she could muster, Penelope reached into the back pocket of her skin tight, dark blue riding jeans and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. She thought it silly that something as flimsy and thin as this notebook page could hold such power over her, but such is the way of life.Penelope gave one more defiant stare into the mirror, once again admiring her shimmering blue irises before looking down and reading the note. Horse Teeth.She couldn't help, but let out a little.