"Don't stop bitch, don't stop till I'm done cumming." "yes Baro.." AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM...MMMMMMM."even though i could feel Baroness's asshole clench my cock, i kept fucking her asshole. i slowed my pace, but i wanted an order to stop."are you done Baroness?" Are you done fucking me white boy?" i'm only done when you tell me Baroness." Well, I would love to continue, but I think you have wrecked my asshole enough for one night." yes. I got out my bottle of poppers andinhaled deeply. Twice. I offered her the bottle. "Tell me about the manwho last fucked your hole." Lick my hole, whore!" she commanded. I knelt and slowly began to lick wet circles around her hole. I brushedmy tongue across and center and then began a wet, sloppy rim job. Icould taste the lubrication. I could taste his cum. I probed her holewith my tongue.She inhaled the poppers, moaned with delight, and started to talk. "Myboyfriend is a man. A real man! He. Time for lunch!" Shit!" I said and followed an old couple with my head lowered."Great lunch, Candy," came from the crowd among belches and farts. While high-noon passed to high-tea, I went for a walk. Candy said keep on the trail, but I wanted to hide my shame in the shadows. In a clearing between the tree canopies, I could see the sun and clouds paint pastel scenes into evening. I hadn’t realized I been gone so long, but I couldn’t shake the image of that tall cowboy fucking me into inspired. Katelyn might not have ready cash, but appearance meant something to her family, so she still had the trappings of wealth that they were willing to provide her. One expense none of the girls was willing to give up was clothing, more specifically, sexy lingerie and shoes. Patrice liked things long and flowing, like negligees with a high slit to show a lot of leg, and stiletto heels or mules. Katelyn favored cuteness, teddies and Camis that made her look like a dessert you just wanted to devour..