She tasted like syrup and whipped cream and a sweet flavor that was purely her, distinct and irreplaceable. I loved to have her in my mouth. I had for...otten how much. Just as my mouth was filling with her taste, she pushed me away roughly and leaped lightly off the table. She pushed me back into the kitchen chair and knelt beside me, bringing her breakfast with her. She covered me in syrup, in whipped cream and pushed my cock into her mouth, tasting me and the breakfast I had cooked for her on. Maine paasa fekte hue bola-” yaar yaad h jab ham bachpan me ek dusre k lund pakad lete the”“Bhai kaise bhul skta ek baar pitayi bhi khayi thi isi karan jb tumhare uncle ne hme aisa krte pakad lia tha”-haste hue bola“But us samay lund nii lulli tha hamare paas”-mai bol pda“Haa tumhara to khada ho raa h”-mere lund k taraf dekh kr bola.“Chlo dubara krte h”-mai tapak se bol pda.O phle naa nu krne lga but fir maan gya.Hmne ek sath apne pant niche kr dia aur mera sadhe chay inch ka hathiyaar fufkarne. They had to cut a lot after Bert walked in on them fucking on the couch because their lines made everybody occasionally lose it.Cheryl promised she'd give them a "Behind the Scenes" tape later.Bert, “Whut the hell are you doin’ Bernice!”Bernice, “Whut does it look like Bert, hell, I’m gettin’ fucked, Jesus! Go git yerself a sandwich and leave me alone til I’m dun gettin’ fucked!”Crew cracks up.Cheryl, laughing, "Cut!"Everyone regroups.Cheryl, "Action!"“Goddammit Bernice! Goddammit! I wunted. She'd only bumped up and down my poor cock twice before I exploded.Luckily she was all worked up too, so she slammed down, hard, and joined me in a chorus of screams, while our juices drenched her love tunnel.?I passed out for a moment or it felt as if I did, and when I opened my eyes I looked up into Christine's stern face.?"Did I give you permission to shoot your dirty sperm into me, slave?", she hissed.?"No, Miss", I moaned, "I'm sorry, Mistress".?"You’ve just earned yourself two dozens with.