The soft head, the gentle bouncing up and down when the owner is excited.I would love to just lay in the middle of the room and have a dozen men all n...ked masturbating on me so I can watch all of the different sizes that go with a dozen men. I would love to taste each one so I could later think of the individual flavors each man brings. Or better yet have them time their cums so that I may take each in my mouth and swallow the seed that comes from them. That would be a taste test to be. I'd probably killed it. And I just walked around with my cup, avoiding the frequent offers of a refill. I wanted to have fun and meet a guy I could like for a few hours. I'd been drunk before and it hadn't been much fun at all."Sup, baby?" He was black, but not Africa black, more like chocolate black. Caribbean black. He had the Marley t-shirt to go with his skin anyway, but thankfully not the dreadlocks."Just me." I smiled and held up my drink a little."Yes you are, mmm-mmmm..." He looked me. This time my mind was being well and truly fucked as well as my body. I couldn't think, I couldn't speak, I could hardly even see, and still, my craven cunt demanded more of this thrusting tree trunk until finally, he unloaded the last of his thick creamy spunk into the open mouth of my trembling cervix. I was truly fucked in every sense of the word.I suppose it must have only lasted a few seconds in comparison with the previous two, but this one was more intense, more satisfying, and. She raised her bottom subconsciously, and Mrs Denver was encouraged by her submission. She raised her arm and brought the cane down with a fierce flick, harder than she had intended, but was jubilant by the resulting shriek. The hard cane stroke took the breath from Elizabeth, whilst the 36-year-old felt the stinging was as stimulating as it was painful. Even with the pain she raised her bottom waiting for the second stroke. Mrs Denver knew she could cane harder, and did so. The next stroke.