Roger got behind her and spread her pussy lips and began licking her juices from her cunt. Ron was pumping his big cock in her mouth like it was a pus...y and she took every inch of that cock down her throat. He pulled out and told Roger to turn her over onto her back. Ron wanted to fuck her mouth while Roger fucked her pussy. She laid on her back spread eagle, Ron slide is big hard cock in her mouth seeing it fill her throat… she gagged on it, her eyes watering, spit running down her cheeks… He. I smile as I see the motion of his throat as he swallows, the turmoil of either giving in to hunger or being a good boy and staying put. I lean back with one hand and give in to the rush of pleasure as I torment my swollen sex, made all the better as I know he cannot help but watch.'I'm so wet, pet. Do you know that? Do you remember how wet Mistress gets for you?' My voice has a husky sexy tone to it, and my breathing quickens.I giggle softly, my eyes brighten as I hear him moan with. Micheal steps up onto the pedestal in her silk slip of a wedding dress, feeling her stomach churning. She closes her eyes and tries to think of anything other than food at this moment. "Micheal have you lost some weight? This fit you tight just last week?" Vera asks concerned. "That's about the time I started getting sick, I've become a wedding bulimic." she answers, her voice scratchy and raw sounding. Micheal breaks out into a cold sweat and the room starts to get amazingly hot and small.. As soon as she handed me back the change, I picked up my purse and raced down the street and into the narrow alley next to the shoe shop. “Fuck!” Why had this stuff to taste so good? I got slightly dizzy from it, and leaned back against the wall. I was in deep shit, and I knew it. I made it through the afternoon, albeit barely. But when I about to leave, Joelle caught me in the locker room. She didn’t look pleased. “Joelle?” I greeted her, and my voice couldn’t hide my nerves. “I’m sorry,.