The coke buzzing in his head lent itself to his supreme confidence that Julie would no doubt eagerly welcome him back between her legs.He was surprise... when Julie opened the door. Her face was drawn and sad, her shoulders were slumped, and she didn't look him in the eye."Hi, Van," she said tiredly. "Come in."'That's weird, ' he thought. 'She should be sizing me up for a body bag.'He followed her back to her bedroom, where Julie climbed on the bed and sat leaning against the headboard. She. She is playing with the head of my dick. Sucking it in a little then licking the length of my cock. She licks my balls. Her mouth feels great. “Look at the camera and tell me what you are doing?” “I’m sucking your cock.” “Why are you sucking my cock?” “Because you paid me twenty quid.” “Then that makes you a little whore doesn’t it? “Yes.” “Say it.” “I’m a little whore who sucks cock for money.” “Good girl. Now stop using your hands.” She lowers her hands from my cock and starts to take more of. I took the wrapper off and was reaching for the crackers when my gaze fell on the sausage and I thought damn, I imagine that looks like a long thick black man’s dick. It felt cold in my hand but my mind was now churning out ideas as I placed it in the microwave and heated it for thirty seconds and then squeezed it and found it nice and warm. My pussy was begging me to do it, to relieve the ache deep inside it with some stiff meat. I put it in my robes pocket and proceeded to my room as. And then I move my head to where my lips and tongue caress your soaking wet new moon crescent. Above the roar of the blazing fire, a primal cry of bliss issues from your lips, as you grip my head so firmly, I bite softly and then harder on your clitoris. Your hands are spreading my cheeks, and I feel your fingers, on my anus.... Now we are magic made of flesh. We are the mystery of night, the all-consuming flame incarnate; dancing hot and unquenchable. Our shared sex is the union which.
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