Now she had far fewer doubts and anxieties about the whole thing, the sex was so much better and she could fully appreciate the pleasure without guilt...or shame. She tossed her hair about and felt the way that the sweat made it cling to her skin, not minding in the least as Emmett plowed her into next week.“Are you my bimbo slut now, Monica?” Emmett taunted Monica as his prick throbbed in and out of her slick, sloppy snatch.“Yes, yes, yes ... I’m your bitch! I’m your dirty bimbo cum whore!”. She had explained the situation to him, in detail, well in advance of brunch. "If you are going to pussy out of this deal then right now is a perfect time," she told him in the elevator.Jenn had found Kevin, as usual, on the internet. Sorting through offers was almost a full-time job for her. About 90 per cent of her offers never made the first cut. Even if you made it past round one your odds continued to drop. She would exchange email and talk on the phone with you to ascertain if you were. "I guess it was because he was drawing attention to his "thing" that my eyes drifted to his crotch. I couldn't make out his cock. But it was impossible to not notice his giant balls. They were by far the biggest I had ever seen, like tennis balls drooping snugly in a loose bag. I became instantly aware that I was checking out the chubby man sharing the urinal with me and flipped back in shock. Here I was with my own sweaty, loose cock on full display as well, desperate to piss. And suddenly. "Even before he could answer, she lowered her hand and shoved his hard cock into her wide open blowhole.Sina wrapped her tongue around his spear and went up and down. She sucked and sucked on his bulging glans and then sucked him in lengthwise until the tip of her nose hit his stomach. She choked and tears ran down her cheeks, but she kept it in.When she calmed down, his cock still in her throat, she started to suck it.Again and again she let it slide out to the glans and sucked it back in. She.