I wasn't gay. I liked...guys.“To prove I own your pussy, dyke,” she grinned, “I'm selling it. You're part of my payment to Clint. You can fuck m... slave's cunt.”“Gladly,” Clint said, letting go of my arms. I shuddered in shock as he grabbed my hips with his strong hands, lifting me up. I was forced to plant my hands on the ground, kneeling like a bitch between them. This couldn't be happening. A guy couldn't fuck my pussy. No, no, no!I groaned, trying to pull my face from my sister's pussy. I. She was wearing spanked so short that the bottom of her perfect ass was hanging out of them. After just a few seconds she ripped off her shirt her perfect tits in my face and was grinding on my cock her pussy was already warm and wet from her workout and I could feel it getting hotter. I flipped her over onto the couch the smell of her sweat making me see RED I could hardly contain myself. I stripped down and and pulled her sweat and pussy soaked spanked down. I decided to eat her pussy just to. "Yeah, as hard as an axe handle," she laughed. Krystal took another swig of her wine."Well," I thought to myself. "This really is going to be interesting." I turned away for a second, and then said "You know these might look better with a little make-up. Photography reads things differently than your eye; you have to compensate." Sure, sure," Bob said. "Sure, sure," Krystal agreed.I got out my makeup kit and took out a blush brush. I'd never used it before, but thought I knew what to do with. Her tiny feet hooked around His calves plastering Him to her, she urges Him to give her all of His sweet juice.He laughed out right as she locked herself to Him. The tight little nub of her clit grazed and tapped along His shaft and balls as they thrashed together, and she cried out over and over again. The rhapsody building inwards causes her voice to become hoarse. She continued to beg Him for her release, knowing He would love it. Her lips were swollen and puffy from the chewing and.