Dragging herself out of bed, Marigold dressed quickly, picking her biggest, baggiest sweatshirt to throw over her regular outfit. Taking a comb, she a...tacked the knots in her hair until tears came to her eyes.Sometimes, she wished Jonas had never married her mother. Her father had died while she was in the seventh grade. Jonas had married her mother the following summer with what some said was unseemly haste. For a while, it had been great. But then he'd found religion. Soon, her mother was. They were reminders of her being Alicia, this stubborn girl who still believed she had a right to the swirling butterflies of stupid teenage infatuation.On seeing Pamela again, those returning memories were strong enough to hit her with shame and humiliation. Curiously enough, though, they felt like someone else's shame, someone long forgotten. But having those treacherous feelings at all was enough to make her cringe under Angique's eyes. The woman always knew her thoughts. So she hid behind. I was so hard and so horny, I was no longer conscience of the camera but focused only Madison 's lovely mouth. I was ready to plunge my dagger deep into her orifice. Madison sponged me off, then began administering her talented lips with sweet kisses to my swollen sex organs. She moved around my parts like a hunter stalking its prey. Her tongue was actively tickling my smooth balls, then sliding her tongue up and down my shaft as if she was slurping a lollipop. She expertly moved her lips to. While you seem to speed up, my words still earn me the faintest of smiles on your reddened lips.I swear to turn that smirk sour in a few minutes. “Sit on the bed,“ I bark out another order. You’re butt naked now and your delicious cock stands at attention luring me in. I’m still fully clothed to highlight my authority.I lower myself onto my knees, wrap my hand around your shaft and comment with an, “Mmmm-mmm,” seeing all the sweet pre-cum- nectar oozing out of the eye. I tighten my grip and.