Still knelling she opened her mouth and put the head of my cock on her tongue, her mouth wide open so I could see past her tongue into her throat. Now...she was massaging my balls, and gently stroking my cock. Precum was oozing out of me, and down her tongue. Suddenly I could hold no longer and streams of spunk shot forth, rapidly filling her mouth. I could see my hot white seed filling her. My cock resting on her tongue in a pool of cream. She swallowed it, one big gulp, then wrapped her tender. "Master Keiyu, it is an honor for this humble slave to be in your presence." I frowned as I knew at once that my pronunciation of several words had been flawed. "I ... I beg your patience for my ignorant tongue."The man laughed happily and clapped his hands, as if he'd just witnessed a trained seal bouncing a ball on it's nose. It seemed very impolite of him to mock me that way, I thought. I wondered then if Mistress Atsumi was equally displeased, but I didn't dare to look. I merely closed my. Add a little alcohol and some girls, and you have a real Super Bowl party. I was rooting for the Patriots. I hated Donovan McNabb and Terrell Owens. The girls cheered for New England because of Tom Brady. I was on the girls side, and from the scenery around me it was a great side to be on. There was something sexy about a girl wearing a football jersey. Leah and her friends could really pull off that look. Leah had a boyfriend and was fully committed to him. I was sitting beside her best friend. Rose slowly awoke to his pounding. She moaned softly into the bed as he continued and soon finished, spilling himself inside her. He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks and examined her tight asshole. “Mmm, needs stretched.” He pulled out of her, giving her ass a hard slap before standing and leading her to the bathroom. He put her in the bathtub on all fours. He turned on the shower, letting the water pour down her backside. He removed two speculums from the cabinet under the sink and.