She wasn't especially attractive. A bit dumpy, in her thirties, with shoulder-length black hair. She was wearing blue jeans and a red t-shirt,She invi...ed me into her cluttered living room. I sat on the couch, and she at a table with a computer. We made small talk for a few minutes, then, gesturing with my hands, I offered the massage.Dierdre smiled and said, "I thought you'd never ask."I stood behind her and gently massaged her shoulders and neck. After several minutes, I 'accidentally' slipped. Then they brought me back to the bench.“LAY ON YOUR BACK BITCH”then the last guy to cum stuck his cock in my pussy andworked it around perfectly just to impress his friendsI rewarded him by moaning loudly.I was only faking a little bit.I made a lot of noise though.Then I felt another huge orgasm coming.My hips started bucking, my toes curled, my legs went stiff and shook and I screamed I'M CUMMING!!!OH GOD OH GOD!!!I wasn't faking this time.The pain in my abused nipples was enough to make me. I held my lips tight against the ridge of his cock head making sure a tight seal didn't allow any of his sperm to escaped my hungry mouth. After his cock had finished pumping sperm into my mouth I started a slow up and down suck of his now very sensitive sperm soaked cock. After about a few minutes of this I pulled my lips up to his cock head and open my lips a little so as to let a little of the sperm slide down the shaft of his cock. Then I would suck in a huge amount of air through my. It wasn’t a firearm at all, but a spear gun instead! A ‘U’-shaped length of wood flowed back into a triangular stock, with a carved-out thumb hole a palm’s-width from the front edge, where an actual trigger descended from the weapon. There was a small steel cylinder mounted to the front of the spear groove, with bands of some stretchy material looped through and cocked tight behind the loaded projectile. Rubber? These people had rubber? A barbed, tri-pronged arrowhead sat atop the arm-length.