And he happily obliged, again and again, until he had run completely dry and no longer needed to pull out of her when he came.Later, when his dick fel... like rubber and the contractions of his ejaculations felt like a string was being plucked, hard and slightly painful, she turned to him and said "Ya know, I could go again." He briefly counted the number of his orgasms and arrived at six so far. He was close to telling her that he'd had enough. But hey, you don't turn down pussy when it's. So, mistake there. I got flatsfrom the closet that was going to be mine for a while when "John" stoppedme. "Pick out hose and heels," "he" said. "You still need practicewalking."Now dressed, and with make-up, I made my way out to the car. I wonderedif I would ever get over the fear of being outside and seen by everyonedressed as I was. "John" had picked a more casual outfit for "himself"from my old closet and seemed to be as happy as a lark. "He" drove us tothe salon and led me. Their arms are locked behind their back so they cant pleasure themselves. They moan and drool and drip the night away and in the morning we have all that cum they excrete during the night mixed into our food. I guess thats why it all tastes so good and creamy. All that cock and cum stuffed and filling them all day and still all they can think of is more, I felt sorry for it yes. But I fucking hated it too, for making me wonder. Wonder what it was like to be a Fuckpig, and for making me want to. He then gets up off the settee and positions himself between her legs and slips his hard cock inside her he starts to fuck her hard and reaches to spread my arse cheeks, fingering and licking my arse. It’s not long before me and her both start to cum, her from his good deep fucking and me from his attention to my tight arsehole and her tongue lapping at my clit.You are sat of the sofa watching as us girls cum, he withdraws his cock and its slick with his wife’s orgasm. He stands in front of.