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She slowly pushed her finger up my ass, collected my balls into her mouth, and squeezed my cock until precum leaked down it. The sensations turned me into a spineless mess, and I slouched down the chair, sliding my backend over the edge for better access. She watched me from ravenous eyes as her tongue lathered my sensitive orbs, her lips sucked my loose scrotal flesh into her voracious mouth, and her finger pressed against my organ, massaging it back and forth. She separated my balls into her cheeks, and traced her wet member along the underside of my sack, moving it in congruence with the covetous motions of her penetrating digit. “You know I don’t like being used.” I groaned. Julia pursed Hardcore her lips around my sack in response, looking up at me with an expression of big-eyed faux-innocence. “I’m not just a fucking pawn on your board.” I growled, forming fists in her hair. Julia’s pursed lips smirked, and fetish drew them outward, stretching my sack, and letting my balls plop individually from her slurping mouth. Her red tongue flattened against my scrotum, blowjob then drew upward along my length, her open mouth grinning wider as my face fell. She had me, and she knew it. “If it makes you feel better, Brandon,” Julia whispered on my tip, “you’re at least a rook, maybe even the queen.” And she took me in, her emerald eyes staring up as her red lips worked down, pulling with gentle suction, leading the way for her mouth, then her throat. She pillowed wetly against my pelvis, her moist heat constricting around the length of me that bulged in her elegant neck. She held me there, slurping avariciously, constricting her throat around me, watching me from calculating eyes as her finger twisted and pressed inside me, knowing just what to do. Her other hand gently massaged by balls, rolling them against her thumb, savoring every little contraction and clench I gave with the pleasure she brought. Through my haze of pleasure, I almost forgot why Julia was doing this to me. My eyes darted up, and I saw Willowbud lounging in on the patient’s couch, smoking a cigarette, and pushing her free hand down her pants. “Willowbud?” I asked through a hoarse voice. She looked up at me like she just remembered I was there. “What?” Willowbud smiled, and it was a companionable smile, like we were buddies. It wasn’t the lecherous smile, or the sardonic smile, or even the threatening smile. “Do you want pov to join?” I asked. “Naw, I’m good.” Willowbud said. She didn’t seem to care about at me at all. She just watched Julia with obvious arousal and teen interest, but with noticeable trepidation, like she was viewing a lioness from a safe distance, and didn’t dare to get closer. Gary promised. “Alice!” she exclaimed, running over to the bed and jumping into her arms for a hug. I just laid there in the back seat trying not to piss my self. “Until I’m out in public. At that moment I saw that skinny guy was holding his camera phone blowjob while filming everything and he filmed my semen covered shoulder and my face as well. I remember thinking that was a little weird but I did like myself and I didn’t see a problem with that. Becky’s lips o-ringed around his shaft and she started to bob her head up and down. Lucilla nodded, wiped the tears from her eyes, and stood up. His native features were framed by his long black braids. He noted the hard band around the end and the funny little tip that dangled at the other end. So in concert they have come up with this suggestion. We make out pov daily. “Ok, I’ll be right back, I’m going to go put this on and you tell me what you think.” teen I said making her smile and jump on Hardcore my bed. Hello donna” she sounded very calm and collected… “I have to ask due to past experiences with others….do you have any problem with me being a fat girl?” Myself and Ivanka like it and it's very discrete and secure." "Squirt in here," she said. My bowels clung to him, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. "And what about the loser, Marrek?" What brought that on?” She mouthed “Mommy” with lips dripping with pussy juices. It took me a few seconds to think of what to say then I said, “Where I live people don’t normally wear anything at all.” “That’s not the done thing here so I suggest that fetish you leave. Story teller and erotica writing specialist”. The girls undressed in the living room the windows had been made sure to be draped or covered otherwise. I caressed Mrs. Armstrong's tongue amid her daughter's flesh. “Left that fucking circle then, juice sparking off them little points. Jerry proudly announced to everyone. My lips kissed his massive balls, feeling them contract in a violent spasm. “So this is what you’ve been hiding eh girl?” she finished with a big smile. I didn’t have this planned out. His pale skin was covered with prison tattoos.