His ass clenched andmuscles twitched as he blasted his baby-making man-juice in my wife’s pussy. As his big orgasm ended, hesqueezed the root of...his cock to get every single dropof cum out in my wife’s pussy. Then he pulled out,leaving a wide open gap in my wife’s fucked up pussy. A big dollop of his thick gooey sperm landed on hisfingers and as he stuffed his softening and stillpushing 10-inch cock in his Bermudas, he passed mestanding dumbfounded at the door and without. I don't know why since girls usually don't like tobe called fatty, she's just that weird. "She's doing fine," said Chernov, "Rachael took Smurfette's problem seriously though." Such an emotional ball of lard." snorted Dashie.The hostility she showed was worse thanI remembered, Dashie's beer bellywas byfar the onlyhint that I've ever got from this. She laid backon the cot, made a loud burp, and suckeddown the remaining alcohol from the glass bottle. "You mind getting me moonshine this time. But if she doesn't give me a good tongue lashing, I'll know the two of you were taking advantage of her." Daddy, I've never eaten pussy before," Lynn stated. "Do you have any advice?" I am so dead!" was all I could respond with. My wife pulled her sweater over her head, wadded it up and threw it at my face. By the time I could see what was going on again, Chloe was only wearing her bra. It was a white one trimmed with flowers, and even though it provided plenty of support for her huge rack, the. He smiled and pulled my dress hard. I heard the material rip and felt air hit my front. I looked down and he had torn open the entire front. My green bra was showing as well as most of my stomach. There was a large piece of material hanging over my waist. Another cheer erupted.“Wow, look at those puppies. Very nice little girl.” Joe said and put his hands over my breasts.He squeezed, and I whimpered. He ran his hands down over my stomach and then up my sides. He reached into his pocket.