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“Never say never, Ranger. People change all the time.” “Well Brock, anytime you feel a hankering for some dick, you just come over to me. I have six customer reviews that say it was a life-altering experience.” “Even if I was gay, I’d never bottom.” “Never say never, fuck Brock. People change all the time.” I smirked. “That’s not gonna change the fact that I’m gonna blow my load into Crystal while I watch you come.” “I’ll make sure it’s worth your while.” I said, slowly pulling the fork from my lips. My hand drooped at the wrist, the fingers dangling before my moaning lips. I looked at Brock, my brows knitting, my face opening in astonishment. The fork fell from my hands, and clattered on the table. My breaths came quickly from me, my cheeks flushed, my bare breasts heaved. I pushed my hands against the edge of the table and braced myself as I arched my back, chubby staring deeply into the orc’s eyes, my moans turning to cries. I saw the hunger wrought in his black eyes, his savage face grimacing, focusing on me, all of me. I was lost in a torrent of pleasure, weak with feminine passions, vulnerable for him, oh god, only for him! With one last lustful scream, I raised my head upward, my back still arching, my gagging hands filled with my breasts, the enticing flesh squishing through my gripping fingers. I came into Crystal’s mouth as I stared my pleasure into Brock, exalting before him, writhing on my deepthroat chair in a dance I could not control. At the heat of my climax, when I was at my most beautiful, I planted my feet onto the bottom rung of the chair, raised myself exultantly off the seat, and farted with enough ferocity to shake the table. I laughed as Brock’s pleasure-filled face fell. His face turned greener than it already was, and her covered his nose and scrambled out of his chair. His orgasm caught him mid-flight, and he stumbled to his knees, his (admittedly magnificent) cock spewing onto the floor. “What the fuck, Ranger!” Brock roared. “Oh, did I ruin the moment for you?” I laughed as he gagged. “Holy shit! What do you eat?!” He wretched. “Ranger rations are as follows: black beans, pinto beans, lentils, garbanzo beans, and kidney beans. Sometimes they give us liver.” “Oh god, I can smell the liver!” Brock covered his mouth and sprinted from the room. “I’m sorry Brock, I couldn’t hold it in! Brock, where are you going?! I changed my mind, facefuck Brock, I want you! You were right, people can change! I bet he wondered how a female like me could swing such a heavy monster weapon. Mother was unusually gracious to Andrea and me, giving us each a hug. Leann Winthrop's Week, Friday My bare feet felt the carpet as we moved out of the kitchen. After the bath, the women had drawn a few symbols in different places along her curvaceous body. Susan looked at the sexy slut looking up at her. ……………………………….. tell me.” I prodded. I hoped I had not overslept. The creamy flesh of her back, buttocks and thighs was discoloured as comprehensively as the skin of her breasts and belly with vivid welts and bruises. So welcome to your new life. “I’m going to fuck you so hard!” She said our mission is to try engorge every cock in the gagging room, and give the guests a wedding to remember. Ed asked "is your mom ok with that?" and I assured him that she was. "I have a surprise for you tomorrow," I told him just before going to sleep. She had inserted two deepthroat or three fingers of her left hand into her pussy and I could see she was moving those in and out. Past 10 markers Suzanne started to moan, either from discomfort or sensation, every time he put something new in there. Daddy loved us both. little. The clown fell to the ground holding its neck, you could hear the sounds of him choking on his own blood and then it went silent. After what must have been thirty minutes, chubby I looked up as Pam said, “You two have been fucking non-stop. I mean; a straight man shouldn't brag about how they made their wives squeal facefuck at night. I not your fuck girlfriend.