... blowing your load past my lips, knowing that you will be able to taste it with me. Knowing that I will be pleased with that. Now the excitement is...even greater... the thought of cumming on my lips, seeing your white mess on my lips.... it is too much... What cum-whore doesn't want to taste her own cum? You know that I know this turns you on... you know I am in your head... you just have to give in to your weakness... you start stroking faster, not caring what you look like... you look at my. When they were done The Blonde called for quiet and announced, “Ladies, we have time for one more bout. Who would like to face off against Harriet the Spy?”Suddenly Olivia felt very hot, like a bright light was shining on her, and a voice in her head was saying “Do it.” She resisted for a minute but when no one else spoke up she finally thought, well, why not? Why the hell not?“Me,” said Olivia, raising her hand. The crowd applauded and Harriet lifted off her hat – revealing a surprising,. You are enjoying this aren't you slut?" he said with a nasty smile. I just continue to eat the hairy butthole stationed over my face."What?" he asked with slight bolt of anger that I had not responded appropriately. I broke away long enough to say, "Yes Daddy, I am enjoying it very..." and before I could finish speaking, he had stuffed his cock back in my mouth. The sounds of slurping, sucking and gagging turn him on more, and ramped up his aggression level. Fucking my face, he leaned forward. I pretty much forgot about it after that, and the usual pub nonsense took over, but when i went to the toilet the next time, he was just buttoning up his jeans (i'll never forget those buttons). the place was empty, and i just froze, staring at his boxer shorts through his still unclosed jeans. i really needed to see what was under those boxers, and i think he knew. he wrapped his hand around his cock through the boxers, and slid it just outside his jeans. his big hand didnt cover the length of.