Ross pumped like that until she could tell all three of them were close to climax. Sage came first and Carmen grimaced at the pussy juice as it rested...on her chin. She used her hand that was previously keeping her up to wipe it off. Then Ross pulled out unexpectedly and she looked back to see what was wrong. Something was very wrong. He only pulled out so he could line his dick up with her ass. Ross, stop! she cried. Shed lick Sages pussy all night to avoid that. He didnt listen though. He. I tell you some of my daydreams, nothing out of the ordinary, then you just say that yours are like mine. “Maybe true” I say, “sometimes I do think about you getting fucked by 3 or more men!” “Really? I’ve never even thought about that.” Is your reply, your voice slightly shaky. “Is that so? I’ve got reason to think that you would love that” As I finish my sentence I stand up and walk to the desk to refill our glasses. You just look at me, trying to look unfazed by my comment. I ask you if you. She was scared that her poo would never work again, but her animal drove her on. He placed her hands behind her holding her cheeks for him. She knew he loved to watch her while she was almost out of control. She knew her body was juicing, she could feel herself rolling down her thighs, and she knew he was playing with whatever was dribbling. She felt him straddle her?.and she felt the top of his cock playing in the wetness that they had created. Mimicking how she fucks him, he dipped slowly. I saw the scene in brilliant black and black. I intended to paint it in color. My colors. I kept jars of pure pigments next to me and a dollop of acrylic gel medium in the middle of my palette. I thought of the supersaturated color in Mavis’s photos. Supersaturation in paint resulted from using more pigment than could be fully dissolved in the medium. Starting with the coffee cup, I began to paint.For many years, I woke up every morning and painted my dreamscapes. I would complete a canvas and.