His creamy torrent of cum blew again and again into her whore mouth, splattering on its roof and then shooting past her tonsils and lapping tongue dow... into her throat. His seed tasted different than her husbands, rich, with a flavour she approved and filled to the brim with natural magical energy from his core. No doubt to ensure magically strong progeny and to give his women a source of nourishment in bed. It would explain the huge load he was feeding her, the sheer wave of cum cream he. He finally removed his clothing and sat on a nearby chair, rubbing himself so violently I was sure he would damage himself. After watching him masturbate, I had a weak moment and almost considered having sex with him. As I’ve mentioned before, having never slept with a man, I was somewhat curious, but felt the dangers far outweighed the benefits. I explained that as a client, I couldn’t allow him to have sex with me (which was a lie, I allowed the most sexual of my women to pleasure me with the. I inch my way across the sweaty, partying bodies and position myself in the middle of the dance floor. There stand a couple of the meatiest, juciest girls I've ever seen, dancing a bit tipsily. They cheer on each other, and they smile as they see me. Most of them are single, looking to enjoy the night as best as can. I start dancing and grinding next to them, their ocean of lady-fat engulfing me as the dance floor gets more densely populated. One of them, a feisty blonde with earhoops and a. Every curve of my tight and toned ass was on display and my nipples were erect and visible, plus, there was a hint of cameltoe in the front! I was the sluttiest tiger I’d ever seen! Only I would know I was wearing a butt-plug tail in full view of my son’s friends and I was more than a little aroused. The party was going well and everyone was having a great time. I played the good host and walked around basically socializing and waitressing. I was also getting very favorable looks and comments.