"Oh, Connie!" I murmured.I pumped up into the girl's -- gurley's -- mouth. I could have held off, but I didn't want to. She was my pet, after all -- m... property. The exquisite sensations called for an ejaculation, and that's what my body provided. Connie didn't flinch and if anything licked and sucked with more enthusiasm as my sperm surged into her mouth.I heard her swallow and lick her lips. "Did you like that, Mr. Smith?" Hmmmm, let me think about it," I teased."You did too! I could tell!". But ... be absolutely sure you have the Imps in your aim. Its easy to mistake in the confusion." Hitch," she suddenly reverted to using his nickname. "I can't take your piece..." Yes, you can. I want you to have it, comes in handy in close quarters. And earlier, I spotted a pile of M4s around the side of that tent," he said, pointing it out for Kieu-Linh. "I'm going to go claim us a couple."He crept to the collection point for gear and weapons carried by those who had been wounded or killed. He. You always will be." "Okay, other than me, Steve is Ginger's favorite lover." "I will agree with that." Scotty continued. "He's very well endowed, he can get it up several times a night, he can last a long time and he enjoys taking charge in bed." "That's all true. That's why I was a little frustrated by Steve's delay." Ginger shrugged. "But I love my husband. I didn't really want to abandon him either, so I asked Scotty to pour three glasses of Drambuie and join us in the living room." "I was. She wore a not so typical little black dress. It was very figure hugging and low cut. She looked above the crowd, the type of look that could silence a room (and possibly would, if I wasn't playing loud dance music). Her high heels made her hips swing slightly as she stepped towards me. She leant on the counter at the side of the DJ box. Her already, high lifted breasts pushed further up. She knew what she was doing to her breasts and giggled as she looked down at them. She looked back up at.