Not wanting to experience that pain again I opened my mouth, then watched as a long and steady steam of cum poured from her pussy and down into my mou...h. She intentionally hovered over my mouth so that the crowd could watch as the cum left her fat pussy lips and dripped into my awaiting mouth. Once the stream stopped she quickly sat down, smothering me in her chubby thighs. I panicked and tried to lift her up, but it was no use so I tried to lick up her pussy as quickly as possible. Once it was. She’s not lying on her back, feet in the air, her bottom at the edge of the bed. Her breasts have nearly returned to their normal state, so it’s the perfect time to reattach the clothespins to them. I walk to the head of the bed, get on, and get on my knees above her face. I lower my balls so that they hang above her mouth. “Lick, you fucking slut.”Her tongue caressed by balls, and every now and again, she sucks on one or the other – gently at first, but harder and harder as she goes on. While. I decided on black stockings with a red garter belt, no panties, and a tight, sheer, dress with a slit-skirt, and black, patent-leather fuck-me pumps. Simple, easy to take off in a hurry, and hot. A little sensuous musky perfume, a long flowing blonde wig, and some make-up, and I was good to go, or hot to trot, depending on how you choose to look at it.Seven o’clock rolled around, and I was ready. I poured a glass of wine, and relaxed as much as I was able, given that I was already aroused and. “He’s fine,” the guard replied. “Go on back inside ... sir.”Logan looked at the man. “You ever seen what happens when a Hell Hound gets stir crazy? You want to?”The guards looked at each other and shook their heads. Logan held up the bucket and grinned. “The secret is to mix booze in with the meat.”They all had a laugh and let him pass through. Logan made his way to the cage where Coyote was being held.“Is it time?”“Almost,” Logan responded as he dumped the meat slurry into a trough and reached.