Keeping her head where it was, she relaxed her throat and took small deliberate swallows of Max’s cum, relishing in the feeling of it slowly cascade...down her throat.I need to figure out how many calories are in this. I don’t want to ruin my figure doing this.Daisy sighed in contentment, smiling at the happy look in Max’s eyes. As the tightness in her neck and mouth started to settle a great pain throbbed in her groin. Her hand reached down, feeling her privates completely saturated. Oh my god!. I just began to think I had seen her at the hotel in passing. I had hoped to leave it at that but something inside me kept nagging at me that she was more than a typical hotel guest. The more I thought maybe just maybe she was that famous guest staying at the resort. At that point I couldn't get close enough to see who it was. I figured I had to get closer to figure out who this goddess was but I couldn't just move my towel closer. And if I got to close then The human house would move me far. It’s led by one of the most effective community organizers in history, if not the most. One who has motivated millions to action in the past, caused people to speak in other, even non-existent languages, even gibberish, has inspired literal witch-hunts, pogroms, massacres, and far worse. One who has caused more death and destruction throughout history than Satan, Hitler, Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Saddam Hussein, George W. Bush, or Pol Pot could ever imagine,” I explained to Yang.“Who’s that?” Yang. Adults never got it. Somehow, someone would find outMark called and Charlie would get labeled a snitch. He knew that itwas probably going to happen anyway, once the cops sniffed around, butat least it wouldn't be Charlie's fault.---The next morning, Charlie was woken by a strange buzzing. In hisdrowsy state, it took him a second to realise it was his phone."Hello?" he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and swiping thephone on without checking the caller I.D."Hey, babe." It was a boy's.