.. "Nice!" Darla Jean trapped his shaft between her wide lips and her extended tongue, sliding it along the underside, and Dwayne hissed, "That is, to...!"Darla Jean locked eyes with him and her wide lips engulfed the head of his penis. "Ooooohhhhh..." Dwayne moaned. "Aaaaaahhhhh..."Darla Jean backed off. "Are you close?" she asked, concerned."Yeah, sorta..." He'd have blown in about five seconds; it was no time to lie about it."Will you be able to... go again?" Huh? Oh! Yeah! Definitely!" Was. “OK, Randy, get naked and let me see what we are going to be working with.” I watched, mesmerized as he stripped off his Jeans and muscle shirt. He wasn’t wearing any undershorts and his soft cock hung halfway down his thighs. His soft cock had to be as long and as thick as my forearm. “Jesus, fucking Christ. You’re hung like a fucking stallion. I bet your girlfriend loves having that thing buried all the way up inside her.” I didn’t believe I had actually said that but I had. Looking at that. My first real cum went all over my belly and some oozed down to my ass, where it coated her fake dick, encouraging her to pick up the pace and continue to fuck my ass. She moaned out, oh fuck yeah, and thrashed around, presumably having a big orgasm herself. In the process, she had pushed that thing as far as it would go up inside me, and I started getting into it. I wanted to keep going by then, but she pulled it out and collapsed next to me.I asked her if she was ok, and she told me she felt. He was certain that forcing Desirée into a sexual affair with himself would eventually destroy her marriage and her relationship with her husband, as it would wreck his own with Nancy, his wife-to-be. But Priscilla was bound and determined to rush into her nefarious plan and Clete needed more time to carry out his own in a way that would bind the girl to him, both sexually and emotionally. He had the seed of a plan, but he couldn't have Priscilla rushing things, for she had a different.