I knew that however long he was planning on staying, my will would be tested. I would be fighting with myself every moment to keep from ripping his cl...thes off, knocking him to the ground, and just ravishing him. Chris had to have been at least 6’4′ now with gorgeous ice blue eyes, dark brown hair, and sexy full flips. He was built, but he wasn’t all hard muscle, which appealed to me even more. Being in his arms was so comfortable. The only thing I had in common with him looks-wise was my lips,. The gooey liquid made my pussy feel so slippery, my throbbing clit felt swollen and twice sensitive. I was losing control more and more. I was really dropping out of reality. I felt like any second now, I will moan and wake up the whole house, and nothing would stop me from touching myself. I was addicted to that feeling of my fingers rubbing my clit, forcing my pussy to contract and pulsate, pushing cum out. I was slightly biting on my other hand, doing my best to prevent myself from moaning.. These were genuine, mail order ads, but I always showed Her the ads next to a pic of a bare girl with my pervy captions on – ‘oh Spunkstress, this is where She MADE me spunk in my pants!’ Miss Debbie noted down the names of the mags in the ads and said She would order them for me, but none of them ever materialised, so maybe She was just humouring me, knowing I was getting pleasure from showing Her what I wrote in my mags without any intention that She should order them. I loved my visits to. "Take that you tranny slut!" he hissed and spent himself over her face.His semen was scalding as it splashed across her face and into her hair.Some of it seeped into her eye and it stung, almost blinding hertemporarily. She felt more hot semen soak her blouse; one of the menshe was wanking had come over her too.She was really just a sex toy; to be used as the crowd of men saw fit.While she was still half blinded the other man she was masturbating tookhis cock from her hand."Give me hand mate,".