Somehow, he had worked nearly the entire length of his massive rod down my throat. He put his hand on my throat, squeezing my adams apple roughly."Fuc..., bitch, your throat is stretched good. But I knew you could do it."With that, he began to fuck my throat with deep, powerful strokes, pulling all but the head from my mouth before pistoning his rod back down my throat, his balls smacking against my exposed face on the downstroke.I struggled to breath through my nose, fearful I would pass out. I wanted so badly for her to remove the gag and just straddle my face. I yearned to tell her that I could already taste her hot sweet juice dripping onto my eager tongue. Instead she ground her hips on me and freed her magnificant breasts so I could feel them on my face. She writhed and wound on my lap for what seemed like an eternity, all the while my dick grew harder and harder. I'd be lying if I said that watching Kurt's body under my control wasn't extremely arousing. If he'd been a. Then I moved my face so that I could bury my lips in her cunt. “Dick, what are you doing. Stop it. I must go home.” As she finished the sentence my tongue darted under her panties and licked one of her pussy lips. She began to moan as I moved the panties aside to gain access to her clit.She asked me to stop again and said that Harold had been the only man she had ever been with, and that he had never done this to her.I asked her if it felt good, and she replied that it did. I continued to. "We have more than enough" She replied as the goth girl looked at her with a raised eyebrow, doubting about her claim of fixing up the financial problem. Sure, they do save the money bit by bit when they heard of the proposal by Heather. Heather can be a bit bitchy and demanding when it comes to things she wants, usually for herself to enjoy but when there are times when she can be quite generous. Rarely, so when she proposed to them the idea of building a villa where all of them could live.