”“At the end of the song I felt a little faint, and he asked me to sit with him. At first I declined, but went with him anyway thinking I needed a...break. We talked briefly, and he told me he thought I was beautiful. I was flattered, of course, and started feeling a little flustered. I needed a drink. I started to get up, but he being the perfect gentleman, got up and offered to get it for me. He was gone for a few minutes, and when he returned he simply set my drink on the table, gave me a. "Eat me, John. Make me cum. Don't fuck around. Lick my clit." I work my fingers onto her G-spot and suck her clit as she arches her back on the table and cums."John, you are sure good at this. It doesn't matter how many times you eat my pussy you make it seem like the first." Gail, I still say you should try a woman. You two could lick each other and I could join in at the end." John, I've just never had the attraction. If I ever meet a lady that turns me on I might try licking a little pussy. “Jesus, Becky, she's amazing,” Amelia said, her hands sliding beneath the table. “That's making my pussy so wet. I have to book her on my show. Ooh, the ratings of having her do that will be amazing.”I only nodded my head as my futa-dick sprang out of my skirt and into my stroking grip. I ran a hand up and down it so slowly, groaning as I couldn't look away from those big, pillowy mounds. They looked so soft.“I would love to get a titty fuck from her,” groaned Mr. Mondale, his hand busy beneath. After getting to my hotel I decided to look for a young girl that I visited plenty of times before, Rebecca or Flower Girl. Well at this point I guess she was more of a cum slut than a flower, it was fun seeing her getting such pleasure from my cock and her beginning to enjoy it. I was wondering what she was up to, so I decided to look for her again by the church like last time. But there wasn't anyone there of course since it wasn't Sunday, so I decided to roam around the town walking in the.