She could feel the pre-cum, and she wanted to taste him.She broke away from his kiss as she coated her thumb with his own wetness, bringing it up to h...r lips. His hands were still in her hair as he watched her suck her thumb into her mouth, tasting him. His eyes grew darker as she licked her thumb clean. She wrapped her other hand around his shaft and was stoking him, making his jaw clench.“You better stop stroking me, baby, if not I am going to cum all over your hand,” he said slowly.She could. Please go to room 342, but be very quiet going by 317."Excuse me St. Peter," the next man says, "I was wondering why you tell everyone to be quiet when they go by room 317?"St. Peter smiles. "Room 317 is for the Catholics. They think they're the only ones here."Anyway, I hate life, but I'm stuck with it.I stood outside Tami's trailer for a long time making up my mind.At least it was a nice night. The stars were out in full force. All six thousand, three hundred and thirty-two of them. There. This girl was FANTASTIC!!! He felt himself getting ready, and she lifted her face, and looked at him. "Go AHEAD!!! I WANT IT IN MY MOUTH!!! She took him once more, and the pressure built, and he felt himself cumming. He could feel the suction she was using on him. He felt the last drops of sperm leaving his body, and she sucked a little,harder. Then she smiled and looked up at him, licking her lips. "You made me feel so good, the other night, like that. I wanted to give some of it back, and let. My eyes follow the red rope to where it is entwined, shibari style around a girl's bald head. She turns to face me and smiles in spite of the rope that frames her head and gags her. It's Jenny. Naked and wrapped in the red rope she looks calm and peaceful; standing, accepting her restraint.I look at my other hand: its holding the white rope. My eyes follow that. It is tied in much the same way around a dark skinned girl. Gwenda. The white rope shows sharply against her dark breasts, pressing in.