Rope after rope of thick steaming jock juice flew through the air.I shot over Dustins head, hitting 2 of the bois in their chest's behind him. Some as...far as 6 feet---gush after gush going skyward from Dustin on the floor. Calls of “oh my gawd”, and “holy fuck” rang out as me and lil bro continued to spit unending strands of our thick jock snot, covering the bois in thick gooey cum.Finally having exhausted our supply of baby juice, we both lay motionless. I had fallen to the floor during the. ’ True to his word, the steak house had low lighting, long white tablecloths, intimate seating, an ala carte menu with an extensive wine list. By their second glass of Merlot, Jason had already told her numerous times how ‘hot’ she was. Cindy crossed and uncrossed her legs as her pussy became aroused. As they were working on their appetizer, Jason decided it was time to begin her public humiliation. Despite their brief time together, Jason knew it would take a long time to break his. ..-HerrOttoFlick, U.K., December 2016(Author's P.S.: To get a more immersive experience when writing, I like to listen to themed music, which I highly reccomend you do as well- for this story I listened mainly to a compilation of Ennio Morricone's theme music, a live album of the Spaghetti Western Orchestra, and my own playlist of Western cinema scores, all of which can be found online. It really helps me get in the mood, so do give it a go!)(Author's P.P.S: The more astute readers may notice. As I ate I could feel eyes on the back of my neck, or so it seemed, and I longed to turn and see who it was. But instead I finished my meal and sat sipping my wine. Just about to ask for my bill I saw one of the waiters come across to me.“Excuse me.”“Yes?”“Is everything to you liking signorina?”“Yes thank you it was delicious.”His accent was so sexy I was having problems concentrating on what he was saying. Instead I was trying not to imagine him in bed speaking filthy words in that gorgeous.