He starts telling Chris how to finger a woman properly, how to run his winger along the walls of her pussy, how to lick and suck at the hood of the cl...toris , how to tell if the little man in a boat is ready to be licked and how to tongue it out if it’s hidden.I sort of thought that he was going on a bit hard, I mean he was starting to give me a bit of a last lob listening to him. I imagined that what he was trying to do was get Chris hard and then he’d take the mick or something. I thought. I loved that mule, an' she took right good care of us.We wuz 'bout half way through Georgia when Mable needed new shoes. We had a mite of silver, so Pa stopped at a blacksmith/farrier ta fix her up. We wuz at a crossroads with no other people around but this one business. He also had a tavern an' general store connected ta the forge buildin'. Anyway, we stopped in, an' Pa negotiated a price fer four shoes fer Mable. We barely had enough silver ta pay fer it, but Mable needed them shoes real. Harper’s legs clamp down on her head to pull her tongue deep into her folds. The blonde’s eyes plead for air before she puts her hands-on Harper’s thighs to tap out. But not yet. Harper needs to get off. Bad. Besides, she’s seen how low Robin can hold her breath if she really tried. With the right motivation, she orgasms all over her cunt cleaner’s face. Her girl-cum, her real love juices flow into Stephanie’s mouth. On shaky legs, Harper gets off her face as Stephanie coughs up the fluid,. "I... I can't... Please!" Ashley's sobs answered him. She twisted and writhed, eyes impossibly wide and heart racing so fast she thought it would burst. "Please," she begged. She was so wet, so unbearably tender. Every movement made her go crazy."You can do it, Ashley," he whispered and leaned over her, kissing her forehead as he looked upon her upside down. His lips pressed to her skin in a thousand sweet, tiny kisses while his hips continue to drive forward relentlessly."I need to stop, Sir..