I think you are a handsome man, though, so maybe you don’t have to pay often. And you have a very big cock. You showed it to me. I like men who are ...ferd gehängt—how do you say it in English? Horse hung?”“Yes, horse hung,” I said, amused by how direct he was. Pferd gehängt. I’d have to try to remember that phrase. It sounded exactly like what it meant.“Maybe you don’t need to pay boys to take your cock?”“How old are you?” I asked.“Achtzehn—eighteen,” he answered.I snorted. “How old again? No, I. Then she returned to the kitchen. After I had pulled off her pants and her knickers, I put her on the kitchen table, leaning back on her hands, feet on the edge. I sat on a chair and leant in to take dessert at my ease. I put the tampon string to the rear and I set to work. I was slow, tantalising, until she was begging me incoherently to release her, which I then did, which was unfortunate. She came hard, her feet shot off the table and her pussy smacked me on the nose and banged my chin on. White, milky splooge erupted into thebottom of his bondage suit, pushing sweat and cum further in alldirections, the paste-like deluge oozing ever deeper into his rubberprison."AHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"He could do nothing but take the overdose of pleasure as Bayonettacontinued her fist pumping in and out. She worked over his prostatecontinuously, his ass tingling and his cock firing out of control as hisGoddess controlled his orgasm and milked her slutty gimp for every ounceof filth that she. I reached round to fondle them and he moaned fucking me harder and harder until I found myself pressed up against the tiles completely trapped. The pounding he gave my pussy had me cumming again and again, I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe properly stuck between my boyfriend and the wall as he banged me harder and harder. I could hear my yells of pleasure over the running water I heard his pelvis slapping my arse as he rammed his meat into me over and over til I thought I couldn’t stand.