The tip of my tongue, my taste receptors met a sweet shop of fresh flavours, and I dabbed at them in my haste to try and lick right to her cervix. My ...rms rose and I clasped at her hips, holding her harshly to my face, grating her cunt on my forgiving lips. I elevated my hips and started slowly humping, oh to have a cock inside me right now. Jen rode my face, and even though I gripped her generous hips hard, she managed to jog on and off my mouth. Downwards, my tongue speared her, upwards and I. Just hung up. Had to schedule my test,” the old man replied.“Is it one from the WCG?” Bill asked, happy that he wouldn’t have to explain much, if it was.“Yup. Starting to think I wish I’d voted now. Didn’t know what a kettle of worms they’d opened, I reckon!” Dave said with a head shake.“So what’s it about? Why do I have to register a score?” Bill asked in confusion. “What happens if I don’t?”“Well ya got to, son. If ya don’t, your score goes in as a zero. If you and Sarah both don’t, you get a. The six were on her. As one guy fucked her face, another fucked her cunt. Two of the woman sucked and bit her tits. Since all were still handcuffed they looked like fish in a feeding frenzy. After all had cum he told them to get back to their places.J told his group that he'd be back, and took Marsha by the hand, and roughly led her to another room. I followed. There Marsha was uncuffed, and told to stay quietly in a bed. J left. Marsha looked at me, and asked if we could go home soon. I told. Oh yes, ohhh fuck yessssssssss. OHGODIMCUMING sshhitttttt!!"Richard heard her beg him to stop and he smiled to himself as he stood up, walked to the front of the table and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him again."What about you Richard, you haven't cum yet. You have been so good to me that I want to take care of you too ... please?" Awww Mrs. Woodward, that's alright ... honest but not tonight. I mean just helping you get off is pleasure enough.