I want my ass slapped. All of these things make me very hot where I would want to surrender to further sexual advances. I would love to worship the co...k of the man that really gets me turned on with my hands and mouth. I want to feel his cock buried deep within my bowels exploding his luscious cream inside me. I want to clean him off with my mouth after he is done fucking me.I have met several men on Squirt that I have gotten together with. A couple have briefly played with my nipples and one. She knew it needed to be done though, whether she had the right words or not. A few minutes later Brian swung open the door and stepped into the hallway. When his eyes landed on Hannah, he jumped slightly, startled by her presence but quickly turned his startled face into one with a giant smile. “Just can’t stay away from me can you.” He smiled, thinking highly of himself yet again. “I knew you would not be able to resist me after you had a taste of the Brian Machine.” “Whatever,” Hannah. She groaned into the nape of my neck, pressing her body tight against me. Our nipples brushed.Her cum fired into my twat.I gasped at the first blast of her futa-cum into my snatch. That wonderful heat surged through me. My head tossed back and forth. My pussy convulsed, writhing around that thick dick. I whimpered and groaned. I reveled in this amazing bliss.It swept through me. It was incredible. A fierce heat that had me bucking and trembling. My eyes squeezed shut against the bliss. My pussy. Fern turned the hose on me and my vomit-discharge to wash away the evidence of my fears. She did it so casually, as if I was just dirt staining the floor. After she’d wash the area down, effortlessly pulling my leg up to move it out of the way, she painfully hosed off my crotch, turned and went back to her cow and continued milking. She let out a big sigh as she walked away and let my leg fall with a sharp slap on the pavement. My ankle bone let out a scream on impact. I simply cried some more..