Don’t stop, please…”We fucked on and on and then Sharma splashed my insides with his cum. I came the second time. I felt “thoroughly fucked up...and spent” and “it was the best sex I’d had”. Sharma smiled and said there’s more to come. I moaned in a mock voice “nooo”. But Sharma knew I also wanted it.Rather than splattering my face, Sharma immediately got off and made me turn around and we did it doggy style. It was great fun. Fucking my wet and hot pussy was smooth and easy. After a while. My rectum is excited, I feel a push to empty my bowels but the plug is secure, no way it can move.I park and when I turn to get out of the car, my rectum pushes hard to get rid of the pepperoni. The plug’s widest part is almost out of my hole, my rectum straining, my hole wide open…I feel my bowels protest and when the wave of excitement subsides, my jeans push the plug back in as soon as I start walking to the pizzeria.My next two hours are hell. My rectal reaction to the pepperoni fat is. I’m only a pawn. I just move where I’m allowed to go on the board. Typically, that’s forward, not backward,” Rendal confessed to his vice, or rather what the Faith called one.“No one’s denying that or disputing it, though again, I’d watch your tongue a bit. I don’t wish to end up dangling from a noose or having my head mounted on a spike. I doubt that you would want that, either. Nothing against you, friend, but what makes you think that I’m ... open to the company of other men?” Jorah. She always kept on her stockings and my cock always rose when her stocking-clad legs were on my lap. She had to have known what it did to me, but she never let on and it never went any further then a son giving his Mother a gentle foot massage.She also knew she was still hot. She flirted with my friends and loved the compliments my friends threw at her. She was a MILF and she knew it, and she revelled in it. That said, I never thought I would have the chance to do more than just her feet… and.