Her cunt spasmed, pulling his meat deeper inside her. XXX She sucked on his wrist like her survival depended on it. She remembered his pale face, accented only by the smallest hint of blood at the corner of his mouth. Almost seven inches of meat forced themselves into her bowls. Right of them sat a brunette, perched on a high barstool with her legs spread just enough to allow a red head to have access with her hand. “Yes”, he responded. You must commit. From beneath his now open cape she felt his hardness lodge between her buttocks. She had begun to flow; her hands had automatically lodged themselves between her legs.
