He waited a long minute before responding. “Who owns your cunt Sarah?”“You do Master. You own my cunt, sir,” she responded. “You’ve mad... me a cum whore and I love it,” she added.He walked behind her. She tried to wait patiently, but her stomach quivered with fear and her breathing got ragged. He put his hand in her hair and grabbed it, pulling her head back so she looked up into his face. “Say it again.”“You own my cunt, Master. You own my body to do with anything you want. Willingly. . ‘I’ve grown pretty attached to it, I don’t think so…but if I do decide to sell it I’ll let you have first dibs on it.’ She sat down on an overstuffed chair and sipped her wine. ‘Hey Brent, when we’re finished eating I’ll give you a trim, you know…the funeral parlour is tomorrow.’ Lydia reminded him. ‘Fully aware of it, but I didn’t think it looked that bad.’ He ran his fingers through it.’ ‘It’s the least I could do.’ Lydia said ‘Can we at least eat first?’ Sybil asked. ‘I’m ravenous.’ ‘What. I pumped like a woodpecker trying to drill through the petrified forest while she hummed on the instroke and breathed on the outstroke.After about 45 minutes, I got that feeling in my balls. "I'm going to come," I said, loud enough for the next door neighbor to hear me. I shot eight or nine times, straight down her throat, then pulled back for the next dozen or so, watching her gulp down mouthfuls of the elixir. She couldn't take anymore and backed away, aiming me at a five gallon bucket she. .“, antwortete Linda für mich „...aber schluck die nicht runter. Behalt sie im Mund. Verstanden?“ Ich nickte und Karin drückte. Dein beförderte sie mit einem langen und sehr feuchten Scheidenpups einen großen Schwall nach draußen. Ihr Muschi vibrierte mehrere Sekunden. Das meiste landete in meinem Mund. Dann wiederholte sie es. Ihre Schamlippen flatterten und warme, feuchte Luft, verteilte die Lustsäfte wie ein Sprühregen auf meinem Gesicht.„Ich will ihn auch kosten“, sagte Linda und hielt.