" There. I said it."That's what I want, too," he said softly."You DO? I wasn't sure." You weren't?" I asked. "Cassie, I don't make love with just anyo...e." Yeah, I know-but it's been awkward since then. I wasn't sure what you were feeling." I wasn't sure what you were feeling, either," he said."This is what I'm feeling. I love you." There, now I really said it. "I figured that out before we ever went to bed. And I'm sorry that I didn't say that yesterday." Better late than never," he grinned. "I. As I knelt on the hard tiles I could feel his cum leaking out of my ass and making a mess of my thighs and the floor.“Open up that pretty little mouth, whore.”Holding his cock in his other hand, he smacked my face several times to get my attention, leaving a smear of cum on my cheeks and mouth until I did as he commanded, opening my mouth for him, gazing upwards at his playfully cruel grin as he watched me lick the cocktail of our mixed cum from his cockhead, making no protest as he. ‘He is very good at that,’ whispered his wife as she leant over and planted a series of sweet, soft, kisses on the girl’s neck. Then with a sigh, she raised her mouth and gave her the long, deep, and head-swimming kiss of an experienced and fully aroused, mature woman.The English girl responded eagerly and then spent, quickly and at length, her tongue deep in Madame Bisset’s mouth as her moans filled the room and her hips bucked and thrust under the attentions of the Frenchman.Slowly the crisis. Lisa was a good girl from outside appearances. She regularly attended church and even the pastor visited her house frequently. They had meetings that sometime lasted for hours.Her mom knew the real reason that the pastor was so interested. You see, he was black and had a libido that was off the charts. He loved fat girls, especially Lisa.At least once a week, and often on Sunday twice, he would fuck little Lisa hard and deep. He would fill her fat cunt with his potent seed.Now, back to.
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