“Uhh, huh!” Stacy moaned, hunching her itching cunt against Cindy’s hand, willing her to continue.“Tell me.” Cindy replied.Stacy quickly und...rstood, and craving sexual release, began to spew filthy, depraved speech to her friend, giving her what she was asking for, and knowing it would help send herself over the edge.“Oh, fuck, Cindy!” Stacy grunted, humping her crotch against Cindy’s unmoving hand. “You know I’m your fucking, little whore! I’ll always be your little, personal fuck-toy. I’ll. ’ ‘You know Dylan Montgomery is a vile snake, right?’ Grace scowled at the very thought of him, ‘Ah would rather you marry me to a witless donkey.’ Branford chuckled at his daughter’s melodrama, ‘He’s just young and foolish, like all boys his age. Y’all will get on just fine, in time.’ Grace pushed a wavy strand of her blonde hair behind an ear, ‘Please don’t make me do this, daddy. Ah’m never going to fall in love with Dylan. Ah’m already…. ah’m in love with someone else.’ ‘The catering boy?’. Carla, who also eventually responded: My fantasy is to be treated like a real bitch and feel the cock in the womb touching and sucking a cock at the same time. I replied: My fantasy is to go with my husband in a house swing, take a roll with a taste of my husband in the ass at the same time give my pussy to another man and suck several cocks to pour the hot milk over my face. Alan said something that made Marcos Felipe and a hard and totally unfunny Carla: My Fantasy Meter is nice with a. "Welcome to our home, Linda." Rudeness hadn't worked. Politeness couldn't do any worse.Barry gave me a funny look but he didn't say anything."Thank you, Grace," she said. It wasn't quite a question, but there was a mixture of surprise and disbelief.They ambled up the stairs. She looked back once. Barry looked back several times. At least I had succeeded in throwing him off his game for the moment, whatever that was. It was a start. I needed a good night's sleep.I got it. They left before I even.
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