After this, I walked a few more steps, careful to not make too much noise as I continued through the darkness toward the small sliver of light.Before ... few more steps were taken, I heard a faint rustling sound as I walked across the floor. Hunching over, I laid my hand on the smooth carpet and picked up several small petals.Damn, this woman has thought of it all! Replacing the petals; I felt kind of guilty of picking them up in the first place, they just seemed to be more part of the carpet and. One more sampling?” Karissa smiled as she set the briefs down, got down on the bed, and spread her legs. Jason lowered his mouth and began to kiss her wet twat. Karissa placed her hands in Jason's hair and played with it as he made out with her moist pussy. She moaned as Jason's lips, teeth, and tongue made her cum again. After she finished cumming, Jason stuck his right hand into her pussy and moved it around until it was covered in her cum. He raised his sticky fingers up to his mouth and. My ab muscles certainly didn't like the abuse, especially after last night's orgiastic marathon. I could feel the burn, the way a weight lifter feels when doing a few too many reps with a little too high of a weight. Actually, my whole body was a little sore from over-exercise, although I figured that most men on the planet would gladly trade places with me if their source of over-exercising was from too much sex.But I wouldn't quit. I was too fond of Kim to let her down now."Harder! Deeper!. A girl will drive me to extremes and there’s nothing I can do about it, I just have to cum in my pants with my eyes on Her. Not by spying, but by seeing Her when She’s showing what She’s happy for the world to see. As a wanker I’m obsessed with seeing girls show, which after all is the only way I get my sex pleasure. That means if I see a mag, I have to have it. When I read in the Sport about Miss Debbie Quorel’s studio in Stoke on Trent, I had to go there, even though it was miles, and look at.