That's the strangest thing I've ever heard, but I'm going to keep my fingers crossed that I'll be posing with Meagan again soon." Me too, me too! My f...ngers are itching to paint the two of you again."The next morning, Peter knocked gently on Meagan's locked door."Fuck off!" Came one of the expected replies."It's me, Peter." Oh..."Peter waited a moment before asking, "Do you want me to fuck off? Because if that's what you want, I'll gladly fuck off."There was a long pause before Meagan answered,. He controlled my pleasure in determining the pace and intensity. Heading excited me more and my pussy clenched and dripped with desire. "Show me," he said, "let me see You wet." I pushed to his feet , and he looked at me. I felt exposed and a little embarrassed, but wanted to follow his example. He reached out and took my hands. - No. "Show me," he repeated, putting his hands on my pussy. "Show me how wet you are". He looked me in the face as he said it, but looked at his hands as he led them. As he banged my face, he roared at me."Knew you was a faggot as soon I saw you. Just a little sissy faggot boy." He pounded that monster down my throat. In time, his big cock shut my air off again. It was just too big for me to handle. He violently shoved his pecker in and out of my throat. His fat balls beat against my chin. I feared I would pass out then, he pulled back and held his cockhead in my mouth. "Here it comes bitch all of it down your craw," enormous foul spurts of disgusting nigger. “Hey, sorry about before,” she said. “I was being a major bitch. Smoke this with me, alright?”Scott nodded, and she lit it with her lighter. At five puffs in each, they leered at one another, smiled and smooched between the following puffs. Scott caressed the nape of Frankie’s neck as she took the last puff of the joint and flicked the filter into a bag.“We should get him home, Frankie, don’t you think?” Bill swung the key and shifted from P to D.“Yeah.” Frankie bit her lip while staring at.