Anna gasped as Eli lowered his head to her dripping wet pussy. He slowly tipped his tongue to her clit making it hard to breathe before finally lickin... her wet hole. She had never experienced a man who could move his tongue as though he was eating pussy for the last and first time devouring her and licking every drop she had to offer.It was not long before she was climaxing onto his month. The men she had been with before all hated that she was a squirter. Most complained and deemed it. He seemed to enjoy my discomfort and it scares me. He had reminded me that I could ask to stop at anytime and it would terminate any further contact. I didn't want to stop even if I felt weak, powerless. He jammed himself deep into my throat forcing me to gag uncontrollably. He held my head on him until I puked into the toilet. He let me wipe my face before going hard back into my mouth. I was ordered to open as wide as I could. My jaw ached as I fought not to bite down.The drool from my open. I ground the tip of my knob against Her exposed clit. She screamed at the contact and twisted Her pelvis trying to force me into Her pit. I wet my knob in Her entrance, my fist prevented Her from impaling Herself on my shaft. I pulled Her hips tight against mine and released my shaft so that it lay against Her perineum. My shaft was now between Her hot, moist, nether lips. My fingers dripped with Her juices. I brought my hand up to Her face. Thelasis tipped Her head back and met my eyes. Her. “I need company to get me home. Are you a gentle man? I am so hungry for a man of strength.”Marcos noted the garbled rolling of words, and the almost sibilant hiss her accent made. “Well then I am just the man.” He moved to hook her arm, and put an arm around her waist so he was slightly behind her.As they turned together towards the road, Marcos noted another. This one was a man, youthful in appearance, and shorter. His hair was bleached white with an unnatural type of aging. Standing.