A drippingball gag is one of my favorite pictures!I worked my tongue around my mouth as his hands return to my head and Iwas pulled towards him.The sc...nt hit me first, musky, manly....with a slight hint of leather. SoI guess he was wearing leather trousers, hopefully I would see in thepictures. Not sure what to do I allowed my face to be crushed again whatcould only be his crotch. Since I was expected to be his slut my tonguesnaked out and I tasted him....well his balls actually. The. She could, after all, feel his erection. There WAS hope. Amelie looked up at him. “Put…your cock in my mouth, John..”She held his eyes a second, then looked down. Heard the sound of his jeans being undone. Why was he so slow? His zipper came down too. “Do it, please..” This was humiliating. His hand was on the back of her head now. Fingers running through her hair. The sound of the elastic band from his underwear. “are you sure? “I just said so!” She almost yelled. Then, finally. His cock. 'Can I see your titties baby', his voice was shaking as he spoke, my brothers jerking making my towel slip to expose more cleavage, it was on the verge of slipping and the feelings on my nipples were exquisite as they were teasingly coming into his debauched view, 'If I let daddy see my titties, will daddy shoot for me?' I replied, my brothers groaning becoming more audible, clearly indicating he was close to shooting, something out guest did not miss.'Who's the guy', he asked, 'My brother', I. ” “You’re welcome. Same here,” she replied. We had a great time together. The chemistry appeared right and there was an electricity of attraction in the air. I was somewhat surprised when we went our separate ways after the round. The following morning it warmed up – in several ways. The temperature and humidity rose. And Jenny looked hot in a mint green sleeveless polo and tight white skirt. We agreed to pair up again. By the turn we were both feeling the affects of the weather. Braless under.