Harlan, he’s one of the men gang-banging me ... he kinda ... not-so-accidentally ... tossed out my birth control in front of me, down the toilet ......and flushed them. I have no birth control ... and they refuse to wear rubbers. What do you want me to do about it? Be a good girl ... or fuck them all and let them breed me?” Ginger asked Joey with a strong hint in her voice of her own preference for the latter.“God, yes, let them breed you! We’ll work out a new plan later ... clever bastard! I’d. We had been chatting for a little while. Mainly, he would tell me he wants to meet up, and then things would wind up not lining up for meeting. I really didn’t give much attention to the chats at this point. This time, though, things were appearing to fall into alignment. We schedule to meet. It was in front of a grocery store. It’s safe to say that we weren’t looking to have some drawn out date that might end in sex. This was definitely going to end with sex, skip the date.I got to the. I picked up pace and force, carried away by how his gloriously cavities totally swallowed up the entire length of my 8 inches. Having recently cum I was able to then plough into him something crazy. He had to let go of his dick to brace himself with both hands as I pressed down his shoulder with my hands and hammered my dick home hard and fast. As I hit rock bottom, by testicles slapped against his and he let out a gentle, high-pitched moan. He managed to reach down with one hand and sobbed as. "The cocktail waitress, Denise, or Mistress Denise as she liked to be called by her clients, looked at the hunky guy with the blond wife and thought, "God that girl is stacked, I would really love to eat her pussy." At 5'11 and 140, Denise was a big girl, in her profession that was really a plus. Dressed in a Grecian Stola, her body strained at the confining cloth, her breasts seem to be in danger of exploding out of the bodice while her thick lustrous black hair cascaded over her creamy white.