Ms. Brendan forced her to look her in the eye as she did her disgusting task.“How does it taste my dear?” she asked.“Disgusting,” Donna though..., “Salty,” she said, knowing the answer had to be positive, or neutral at least. “Normally I would throw up doing this, now it is just another one of those things that I had to do this weekend.” She thought.When she was clean enough according to Ms. Brendan, she was told to kneel, and, as expected, told to lick the already wet Ms. Brendan to another. ”“In my throat?” she asked in disbelief.“Sure. Do you want to give an amazing blowjob or an average one?”“Well, I’ll try it.”“That’s my girl,” I said as I pulled her mouth onto my cock again."Mmm!" she protested but didn't stop me as I pulled her face to my stomach.As soon as I felt her tight throat, I started to shoot off.“Cusks! Cusks!” Beth coughed on each spurt as they hit her throat and slithered down into her stomach.I made two fists with her soft blonde hair as I felt my cock jerking and. While I slammed one blade through its forehead and deep into whatever existed where a brain should be, I slid the other blue blade into the side of its thick neck. I pushed off of the shoulder, ripping my blades free and doing as much damage as possible while falling to the ground. I landed behind Petra, who was just slicing through a knee, severing the leg.It roared in annoyance as it toppled to the left. We stared in disbelief as the severed leg started to slide back into place, and the flesh. And how she would slowly grind her ass on my cock until she made me explode into her tight wet pussy. It was about eight o'clock and people started to say they needed to get home for one reason or another, Kelly had to go as she had to meet her boyfriend. So everyone said there goodbyes.Of course on our drive home we continue our sex driven conversation. She told me that she was so wet that her panties were soaked and she wanted me to taste her wetness. Then my phone vibrated with a picture of.