You can either whip her ass now, or you can give her a pass on the ass whipping while you clean up my cum from her pussy and asshole. Which do you pre...fer?"What a choice. I want to do both. My preference is to perform 'clean-up duty' first, and then whip her ass good. But, he did not mention that as an option. But, I'm dying to feel cum in any of my holes. So, I decide to get it second-handed, or should I say second-holed, just to taste that male elixir of the gods. So, I immediately drop to my. You called. The fuses had blown in your house and it was dark and cold. You didn’t have a flashlight and needed someone to come over and help you get to the circuit box in the basement. A story? Plausible, and you were believed as you conveyed it to my wife over the phone, who then, in turn, sent me on my way to your house with a flashlight. Lies. But all affairs are premised upon at least one lie. You texted me as I drove to your house. The front door would be open, and I should just come. Then as she ground her snatch against his mouth, he spread her lips with his fingers and licked her clit. I’ve never seen Jenny so ecstatic; she was really thrashing herself on his tongue. I had to cum soon or I was going to explode. Unable to take more, she disengaged, slid back down his body and with a firm push, reinserted his cock. Fully impaled, they went into frenzy, her grinding her clit against his pubic mound while he pounded her pussy unmercifully. His thighs went into spasm as he. "Spread your legs ma'am." I'm a student at Worthington Academy." The sneer is clear in my voice."Yeah right," he says contemptuously as he kicks my left foot out wider."I suppose you don't recognize the school uniform mister observant policeman." My voice, which I'd meant to drip with sarcasm, but instead, I can hear that a tinny, unsure quality has crept into it."Where's your pimp?" My whaaaaat?" The what turning into a squeal as I feel his meaty hands slide up my legs. "What do you think your.