His name was Johnny and the sweet little thing with unknown to him very damp panties after leaving the pub and a pussy so ripe and juicy it deserved t... be eaten or hours was called Ingrid.Ingrid was like Johnny, they were both weak-minded nymphomaniac sluts. Time passed, the odd text unexpectedly came from nowhere, never more than casual banter not the filthy shit Johnny wanted, he'd forgotten her, dumped the whole idea, but the text messages only fuelled his need to fuck her and fuck her good. Bruno slowly approached and caressed her head. “Você é uma menita bonita." This is, “you are a beautiful girl,” in Portuguese.He sat next to her, his face next to her face: “You smell very good,” said, before kissing gently her neck, "and you taste very good, too.”His right hand reached her neck, he pushed her down on the bed. Bruno quickly lost his jacket, the elegant shirt was showing his hard nipples and his six-pack.Then, he moved on her: the gay guy kissed her, deep and hungry, as he. Gourry Stopped next to Lina, "I don’t know" He said as he pulled his bag from his shoulder and placed it on the ground and from it pulled the spit that had been used on Lina, "I couldn’t use any of my magic while that thing was in me" Lina said taking the long steel pole from Gourry's hands, "looks ordinary enough" Gourry replied, "But no ordinary spit could cause me to lose my magic like this one did, it must have some kind of magic inhibiting spell on it" Lina said, Lina thinking hard, "So. I touched her chest and felt the warmth. I moved my palm to her left breast , and she got goose bumps. I pressed the nipples , she gave an “ouch” . I moved my tongue to her nipple and tasted it.Nipple tasted just like skin , nothing more . But vision made the difference. I pressed and drank for about some 5 mins. She asked if I were done. I denied. Mansi pulled me . Deepa covered her breasts. She asked us not to tell these to anyone , we promised. Deepa came to her door to see us off. She.