She was telling me, breathing very heavy and moaning: “Oooh, yeah! Fuck me, you dirty motherfucker! Can you fuck this slut right?...Show me! Fuck me...! Fucking looser!...Can you fuck this bitch right?...” and she kept it this way, while I felt my cock so wet with her cum in her pussy like it was in her mouth before, full of her spit. Then came the blonde babe, with whom I had a crazy good fuck before, and now we did it again. She was (as I already knew), less talkative but much more noisy,. It was lusty, bloated and ready for my cock. After we cleared away the dinner trash and put the kitchen back in order, I took her to the bedroom and got a short white diaphanous gown and a white garter belt and stockings I had bought for the occasion. I had taught her how to hook the garter belt into the stocking tops on a previous occasion, so I told her to change clothes. As I walked out of the room I handed her a pair of 6-inch black patent leather stiletto heels. I was fairly certain they. "The young girl said, "There are no angels." Just because you have never seen one, doesn't mean they don't exist," He told her. "There is air, right? You can't see it." You can in New York and Philadelphia," Tracy piped in."That is because there is something wrong with it and it 'wants to be seen' so you will know to fix it," Grif argued. "Just like when something is very wrong, and the angels let you see them. Most of the time they are just there, and you never know it. Barney can see them,. “Glk-gk-gk!”However, as an ardent professional her fingers kept constantly and rapidly stroking my balls throughout the whole orgasm in a way which must have taken numerous hours of practice to achieve, especially so she could do it even in a situation like this.When my balls had stopped throbbing I finally let her pull her warm lips away, although I retained a tight grip on her curls. I was still semi-hard and she was struggling to swallow the last significant mouthful without wincing too.