I closed my eyes as I felt my breasts being caressed, slowly and sensuously. I could feel Rayanne's quickening breath on my bare skin as my breasts be...ame fuller, as my nipples hardened. The towel circled my torso, and I felt the ties on my bikini bottoms being slowly pulled. The wet material peeled from my skin. I heard a slight intake of breath behind me, and I felt the thick material wrapping round my hips, being smoothed over my bottom. Then Rayanne was kneeling in front In front of me. She. Women I had deflowered reinforced the silliness, exaggerated my sexual powers and gifting me with recollections of a twelve-inch phallus. This caused mothers to compete to get me to deflower their fourteen-year-old daughters, no matter what their daughter thought about the idea. I tried to kill this god talk as quickly as possible, but it wouldn’t die. Why are people so mentally lazy? Why do they prefer creating impossible to please gods over doing the work to make their lives successful?A girl. "“Watch me,” he said, then he pinched his bottom lip with his teeth, pointing to it with his finger. “Fff-”Anya did the same. “Fff-”“...uhhh…” Max led.“...uhhh…” she followed, her mouth widening.“...uhk!”“...uhk!”“Fuck,” Max said.Anya angled a brow and held her mouth open long enough for him to have a good look at her pink, moist tongue before repeating, “Fuck.”"Yeah, fuck,” he said, mimicking her suggestive expression."Mmm. Fuck,” she mused, nodding.“Fuck.”“Fuck.”They repeated the word. I was drooling over his cock, it was perfect. I could tell he was sticking around and drying himself off a lot longer than someone should so I tugged at my erect cock while I turned and walked to the showers. As I made my way to a shower right in his view if he turned to me, which he did, and kept drying himself off. Only now, I could tell his cock was growing. I pumped some soap into my hand and started working my cock in front of him. He touched his cock and made a ‘can I come in there with.