. “Ah, uk, uk. Gonna cum!”“No, you’re not!” screamed Dorothea, as she twisted and bent his shaft and squeezed his balls.“Yeeooowww!” be...lowed Dan, thrashing about and pounding his fists on the table. “Fuck! Shit! What the fuck!?” He stopped thrashing and lay there panting, glaring at Dorothea resentfully. “Did you really have to do that?”“Well, yes, I did. It’s my favorite part. I love busting guys’ balls and making the proud erections disappear in a second. The screams. So, yes, I did need. .!" Oed grinned at his lover's words, has right hand slipping down to grasp the pale girl's thigh and lift it sharply over his shoulder, his posture shifting perfectly to slam his hardened length directly into her to the base, the force causing her juices to flood outward and ease down his length, drenching his thighs. "Fuck, Vhi, you feel so damn good..." The two lovers drove their hips roughly against one another, their lust surmounting to new levels. A long awaited orgasmic bliss was about. Right like that"! I felt his legs tense under me, his ass lifted right off the seat of the car. "You little cock sucker you" he chuckled. My heart raced at the words. What the hell was happening to me? Why did that effect me, and how in the hell was I going to keep up at this pace? "Suck it....MM....fuck!" He was getting closer. His breathing changed in an instant a deep ragged rhythm. "Oh...damn..not yet" he growled, pulling himself from my mouth. "Not yet" he shook his head. I needed. And then the lingerie, the lacetrimmed nylon full slips, the half slips and camisoles and several pairsof pantyhose, panties and several pair of vintage nylon stockings stillin boxes!She noticed the expensive lingerie and the labels on the few vintagedresses that were there then continued looking. "Well, well, well!" Ms.Lawrence said examining the boxes of vintage Hanes stockings. "Theydon't make these anymore you know, they quit them in '92. These werethe best! Shiny and slippery, classic. .