“How's the baby?” Tasha asked, rubbing Katie's belly. “Growing more every day.” “He is special. Just like his mommy.” “What makes you so...sure it's a boy?” Tasha smirked. “I just know my boy.” Katie giggled. “Your boy?” “Yeah. I am Mommy #2.” She smiled, and then rubbed her own belly. “You hear that, Baby? You have two mommies.” “Oh, and I was curious if you told your mom and dad yet?” “About us?” Katie asked. “Yeah.” “Not yet. I am afraid of how she will react.” Tasha ran her fingers through. Strum that too.And…Snug folds milk splash after ball twitching splash of spunk from my dick.“Fuuuuck... you.” Words found again in a whistling rasp.-She slurps my spent dick into her mouth. Moans at the taste, rolls the collected fluid over her tongue like she’s at one of those fancy ass wine tastings the rich love so much. Wakes the lust back up. Has me spitting another load up her hungry cunt fifteen minutes later.Fuck.Damn pussy has me feeling like a punk ass teen again.-“So… What’s her. He fell back onto his chair as he felt all his breath expel at once, bereft of will, he rocked back on two legs letting the wooden spindles of the back hit the counter bullnose end and laid his elbows deep onto the surface. Eli let his head fall back and closed his eyes hypnotised by the overhead brightness of the studio lights. “ Chef, I feel like Cocotte, get up and get me the eggs from the laddier.” Lluc kicked the leg of his chair nearly knocking him over as he scrambled for balance. Not. She gasps and pulls away for a second, looking down at me curiously. ‘Sorry?’ I say, gulping nervously. She giggles, removing her tank top and bra as she does. Her body was already starting to perspire. Then, she holds her legs up some, giving me more access to her tiny tight asshole. I grin, my tongue lapping at it. My hands are on her inner thighs, sliding up with my fingertips to her pussy lips, spreading it open. She moans in delight. I position my thumbs next to her clit, gently squeezing.