Before she could recover Joffrey scooped down and grabbed Sansa by the neck admiring his handiwork. Her pretty face was now caked in drool, sweat and ...he Kings seed. Joffrey smiled as he watched this cocktail of bodily fluids run off her chin and pool on Sansa’s chest soaking her dainty summer clothes and pooling around the girls modest chest. Sansa meanwhile didn’t dare drag her eyes away from Joffrey’s she just kneeled their panting and shivering in revulsion as the slime from her throat. She quickly got the idea, got into the position I suggested, and resumed giving me a wonderful deep-throat blowjob.I began eagerly tonguing her pussy and sucking her clit.During our last date, Dawn's pussy had been eaten for the first time. Her husband, and the few other men she had been with, had just let her suck them off, or simply fucked her. No one had tended to her needs. The previous men in Dawn's life hadn't cared if she had been satisfied, or not. She had certainly never had her pussy. To the right of their bed, an oft used sex swing, and their extensive bondage equipment collection that decorated the adjacent wall. During the last renovation, the swing received a much needed reinforcement upgrade after crashing down during one of their switch-a-roo summer nights. Nick still laughs about it. Said it was a good thing he landed on his face.To the right, a large-scale, Risk-Twister fusion game with a country-coordinated, international lubrication station and juice bar. Flanking. " But even she flashed me a sly smile.I shook my head wryly. "If this Ramiro producer was so slimy that you didn't want to sit next to him, why did you even stick around to talk to the guy?"My girlfriend shrugged and sighed. "That's networking. Ramiro really IS a big shot Sports Illustrated producer, and I didn't want to be on his bad side. I didn't take his leering personally; if I tried to avoid every man that wants to nail me then there wouldn't be ANY straight guys I could talk to. Sex.