Then there was the prom, the night when Mrs. Taylor, aka “Autumn,” had promised her husband that she would chaperone their daughter on her date wi...th me. Well, her idea of being the chaperone was to wink at us while leaving us alone for extended periods of time. That was long enough for some dry humping, as usual, but also for some oral sex (we’d played with that a bit, along with handjobs at times) ... and then for Carly’s first and last facial from me. I also ate her pussy and rimmed her for. That's pissing on my patch, Freddie. Pissing on my patch." Anatoly, I give you my word. This is not a Clegg operation. There are no Clegg Enterprises people in Russia. Hell, there aren't any Clegg Enterprises people in Kushtia right now. This is nothing to do with me." So if it's not Clegg Enteprises picking up nice girls from Pestrovja, taking the bread out of my mouth, who is it?" I don't know but I'll talk to the Kushtian's and see what I can find out. All right? And if it's anything they. He then made a feast of her bush, burying his face and fingers in the luxurious growth of jet black curls. Her vagina was soaking with woman-juice, which coated his cheeks as he played with her thick pubes."Don't ever touch a hair of this fur," he said. "It's one of the most beautiful cunts I've ever seen, and believe me, I've seen thousands of them." I thought men liked them shaved, or trimmed," she said."Not real men," he said. "Gay boys, and guys who think they are hot shit but are actually. I want it on my face again.” I pressed my face against her tits and let them slap against me. She moaned as I continued. I was rubbing my cock the whole time she was with Matt and Rya, so I knew it wouldn’t be long. She whispered in my ear one last time, “Fuck me baby. Fuck me. I want it.” I ripped my dick from pussy and pushed her to the ground. She knelt in front of me and I got into position. Cum fired from my cock and the first thick stream washed across her face. I continued cumming on.