Vanessa was a cute girl with a petite 5’3” body with all the curves in the right place. Her firm breasts weren’t exactly small, but a little big...er would look great on her. I knew she thought so too and it was too easy not to exploit that knowledge.“Of course it does, everyone knows that,” I added.She looked at me for a second, trying to think hard while I kept pounding her pussy without mercy.“Okay, you can cum on my tits, but don’t hit my face!”“Thanks. Now get on your back, I’m not done. "I'm dying, and there isn't a thing in the world that I can do about it."Please ... PLEASE ... let me spend a little of my money on someone that isn't dying, and will benefit from what I can do for her. The doctors are all in agreement. There are no miracle operations, or space age drugs for what's killing me, and I'm Ok with that. What I'm not Ok with is dying with a fortune in a bank, doing nobody any good, and it getting cut up and handed out to strangers after they bury me."Mr. Clarke. I'm. Icame at least twice in the first 10 minutes, but maybe more. My cock wascontinuously pouring fluid out."Stop for a moment. She looks parched," Yasmin said.She held a cup to my mouth. "It'll be a little salty and a little sweet.It's like gatoraide. Drink it down," she said.I drank. It was salty and sweet, and quite refreshing. It was my cum. Irecognized the taste.Veronica began to fuck me with abandon. I'm pretty sure she cameherself.Towards the 45 minute mark, I was given another cup of the. She hooked her fingers in the panties, and pulled them down to her knees and wiggled until they were lying in a pile next to her.I was unable to move, completely stupefied; her pussy lips were freckled and her pussy was unshaven with long curls of red hair almost blocking my view of her pussy. She rocked her ass backwards and her bare pussy rubbed my face. My lips were instantly wet from her juices freely flowing from her pussy."I want you to lick it please," I heard her voice shakily speak..