. so wrong... so hot. She realized what a slut she was becoming, traveling through these fairy tales, but she couldn't even find it in her to curse th... old witch anymore. Who could curse anyone who instigated such eventual pleasure?The b**st began rutting in her ass, shoving back and forth hard and mercilessly. Kristen groaned and took it, knowing that she didn't have any other choice... and it did feel good in some ways. The fullest her ass had ever been, that was for sure. Slowly, as the. "I know that you and Rebecca are having some issues. But are things so bad between "us," that "we," can't sit down and talk?" No Ma'am," I said. "I'm perfectly willing to talk, as long as Becky won't be there. Would you mind if we did it on neutral ground since I know that she's staying with you." No problem, at all," she said. "Do you still like Texas Roadhouse?" Still my favorite," I said. "Some things never change. They start out great and stay that way." Yeah, I always thought that you and. The big decision I would have to make was whether or not to keep my cage on for the date. I thought it would be exciting to wear it secretly in public, and it wasn't like she was going to jump my bones the first time we met.I walked into the coffee shop and bought a cup. Looking around I saw a young man on his computer and two elderly men playing chess, but no one else. I had almost given up hope of seeing her when there she was seated at a booth in the corner, a warm mug between her hands. She. Así pues, empecé a mamársela más y más rápido… pero ¡qué aguante de hombre! y ¡qué verga tan rica me estaba comiendo!. Se la mamé cada vez más rápido al tiempo que se la jalaba y le decía “¡ya dámelos papi!, ¡échame tu lechita!”, él me cuestionaba “¿la quieres?” y le contestaba “¡síííí, dámela toda!” pero seguía sin venirse, por lo que empezó a jalársela él mismo mientras yo se la mamaba y se la lengüeteaba diciéndole cosas calientes para me diera su semen y aún así, se tardó al menos cinco.