She was a mostly dry there. “Maybe lick it, Finch.”He wrinkled his nose. “Lick your butthole?”“I dunno, Finch!” She sounded confused. “Y...ur the one who puts it in butts. It needs to be wet, I know that much!”“Ok...”He leaned forward, unsure that he wanted to lick his sister’s butthole, knowing what he might accidentally taste there. He lapped her pussy a moment, savoring the creamy salty sweetness of Lauren’s hairy cunt. He let his tongue move lower, lower, and without knowing it, he was. I leant forward kissed his cock and told him 2 b nice 2 me.. oh the look he gave me as he and I both grabbed his cock. me 2 get his head just right and him 2 make sure he drove it in. ohhh did he he pushed in deep and hard. I couldn't believe it but I could c almost all of it was in me. I screamed now with pain but excitement. he didn't miss a stroke and within a minute of glory he had me filled with him. I wrapped my legs around him and almost immediately started cumming. i'm multi orgasmic,. Sucking my sissy cock like it was a straw made of flesh. Fondling my balls and scratching me as I writhed under him.The underwear in my mouth was soaked through and overflowing with my saliva. I thrashed and groaned as he continued. Desperately making whatever noises I could with my mouth gagged.He let my cock go, letting my hard and wet shaft fall back onto my stomach. He put his hands under my ass and raised my lower body. He dove forward and took my balls in his mouth. My tiny sissy balls. They got acquainted and started talking about their problems with their wives.The American began by saying: “I told my wife in no uncertain terms that from now on she would have to do all the cooking. Well the first day after I told her, I saw nothing. The second day I saw nothing. But on the third day when I came home from work, the table was set, wonderful dinner was prepared with wine and even dessert.”Then the man from France spoke up: “I sat my wife down and told her that from now on she.