He shook it. He fixed one more drink for Freddie and said, “I need you real drunk.”Freddie consumed the drink.“When did you have sex last,” Fr...eddie slurred.“I fucked my wife on Tuesday,” the cop shared. “You good and drunk, baby!”“Yes, sir!”Russell continued massaging Freddie’s pretty moobs. “Damnit, boi! You have a body just like a woman.”“You think so, sexy,” the guy with Klinefelter’s syndrome responded.“Hell yeah! Suck it, bitch.”Freddie gave good head as usual. The thirty-two year old man. I licked her deep. Slurped on the juices that were beginning to drizzle from her cunt. Something about her pussy was new, different, exciting. She was hotter than normal, more creamy, more silky. My tongue seemed to gravitate toward her, wanting more and more. I gorged on her, becoming addicted to her new flavor. Slowly she began to whimper like a little kitten. Her hips began to gyrate and she thrust her pussy forward, almost fucking my tongue. Eagerly, I slid my pussy licker into her fuck. A great orgasmic stream erupted from her urethra and doused Auntie’s face, and Auntie opened her laughing lips, and drank it all. Mom thrashed and squirmed in her captive ascension, more a slave to her own body than to the binds that held her. She fought herself in a fit of ecstasy, then swung limply from her chains before the standing ovation of her audience. “That was so beautiful,” Adri sniffled emotionally behind me, “no one comes like your mother, Tira. She’s like an angel every time she. . then she’s going to be in for a show.” She slides his pants and boxers down. Spencer has a sharp intake of air when she reaches under to caress his balls with a hand.“Fuck, the feels good,” Spencer says after a few moments under her ministrations. At this, Sam reaches in with the other hand. Now using both, she fondles both his balls and growing erection.Through his shirt, Sam kisses his back. Her hands maneuver across his groin expertly, rolling his balls back and forth, stroking his length.