She got the hint, going back down to play with my tits."Ooohh," I moaned, my mouth hanging open to pant.She quickly stood up, making me look up at her... confused. She smiled, then kissed me. My boobs pressed against her's, her hands feeling me up and down and tracing the curves of my body. Her hand stopped at my waist, then slipped into the back of my jeans and squeezed my butt harshly. I moaned into her mouth, and I could feel her grinning on my lips.Her tongue slipped inside my mouth, brushing. '"No ... a little ... uh, no. Why should I be mad?" No reason at all. There's no reason you should have been mad that I gave Daddy Peter a blowjob. Because you had already gotten a blowjob from Amber, hadn't you?" Damn it. She knew about that. I wondered if she knew everything."You know about that?" I thought she would be uncomfortable with the conversation, but now I was the one feeling queasy. "How do you know about that?" It doesn't matter, Daddy. I know about it." Oh ... well, O.K. I um .... She watched it as it left her mouth, hard, thick, and wet. Sultan’s cock was now colored deep-red with pulsing purple veins. She loved the way it slid down her throat. Claire watched his knot swelling; growing thicker and thicker before her eyes.Sultan was growing impatient with Claire’s gentle blow-joy. He preferred to fuck his bitches fast and hard. He curled his back and began to hump her face, sending his huge cock down Claire’s gullet. Claire quickly grabbed Sultan’s knot to keep him from. He realised that other people were already coming out of the Ice Rink to investigate the noise, so in desperation he gave chase, calling out to her. 'No, wait! You don't understand!' he yelled. He didn't appreciate the speed or strength of his own pursuers until they'd tripped him, breaking his nose as it cracked against the tarmac. Groggily, he span around flicking the knife in a futile attempt to damage the interfering vigilantes, but succeeded only in breaking someone's.