.*I love food. Now don't get me wrong everyone loves food but I found my love of food through cooking class. Now I know the intro part is going to be ...undane...Hi my name is Melody but I like being called Mel for short. I'm 5, 3 with long curly red hair and green eyes. I have a bad temper...I have a curvy figure.There now that's settled let's go on with the story. I was sitting in my room one warm Saturday evening eating strawberries with chocolate cream. There was other stuff laid out like. It was like a drug, my pussy yearned for it, my body craved it and I knew then, that he had been right. I wouldn’t be able to continue my life if I didn’t try it. Maybe it was every woman’s wet dream to once in her life try a really big cock? We all thought about it, giggled about it, and laughed about it, but never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed seeing one would make me react the way I did. I washed my face and took several deep breaths before going back to my family and the ruined. The females were not many in number because the foes had taken the process of capturing Christian female prisoners, using them for a short while and then dispatching them as reminders to all females of their proper place in their Islamic order. I had seen the huddled masses of the female slaves in the marketplace and felt a great degree of pity for their plight but it was not our proper place to interfere in the ordinary conduct of commercial trade without justification.I found several young. As Jim slid the knob of his cock into me, I groaned around Jason’s cock. An answering groan came from Jim as he slid halfway into me, easily in spite of the tightness of my pussy. Grasping both hips, he slid back out, and then all the way in, pulling another exclamation from both of us. I tried to concentrate on sucking Jason’s cock, but the sensation of Jim sliding in and out was almost too much. He started to rock back and forth quickly, going deeply into me. The impact of his hips.