As I shoot bolts of cum on my belly andchest if I am on my back, or onto whatever surface isbeneath us when I am on my knees, my ass-pussy clutchesat ...is cock, releases, clutches, releases, clutchesagain with each shot of my cum. He loves that. He pushes his cock deep in me and holdsit there feeling my man-cunt flex on his stiff rod.Sometimes he fills me right away then with his largeload of creamy cum, his cock growing even larger,throbbing, jerking and spurting his jism into me. Othertimes he. For a moment she fiddled with the dress, trying to make sure her boobs would not pop out and trying without success to pull the hem down a little further. Her hands fiddled with her hair, just as Jackson called her. He sounded impatient. So, she picked up the tray.Taking a very deep breath she walked towards the lounge. The issues of the dress and the idea that maybe Jackson was not alone playing on her mind, as she walked. As she entered the room, she nervously scanned it. To her relief it was. And your job wouldbe to polish them. It could be kind of like a 'spit polish' but notexactly. More of a 'lick polish', with you slobbering all over thembefore you use the rag and buffer to bring the leather to a high sheen."The domineering woman kept him at his task for a while longer before shetold him, her voice cool but commanding, to stop for a moment. Tanishastrolled away, went to the vanity, turned the chair around, and sat herplump bottom on it. She crossed her ankles and curled one. ..”“It was me. He was waiting on me. You see, our moms said he couldn’t go unless he took me. So he waited until I could leave,” the young female pirate explained.I shifted my glare from Larry to the young female pirate and said, “True. And it was also you that came up with the idea of using your salvage boat for piracy. It was you who picked the crew. It was you who selected the targets. It was you who...”“ALRIGHT!” she screamed. “It was me! Arrest me and let the others go. Please! I’ll.