Owen returned with my panties in his hand, a knife, a jug of orange juice, two cups, and the bag of bagels. "Why are you crying again?" he asked."I fe...l like shit," I said, drying my eyes on the back of my hand. "You seem like such a nice guy, and I'm such a whore." You're not a whore," he said sweetly. "You got drunk, and we fucked."I am a whore!" I cried. "I act all prim and proper, but the truth is, I'm just a whore!" If you were a whore, you'd be downstairs in the dogpile." Dogpile?" I've. By the time I hit the bed, I was waiting to eagerly msg her.Our msg conversation started with what we were doing and it soon got little steamy with many sexual forwarded msgs. Suddenly she pinged me saying she doesn’t understand some of these msgs and asked me the meaning.I explained her one and she then asked the meaning of another one and another one and so on. All this was making me hard and very excited.There was one joke about orgasm and hard dick. She asked me about orgasm and I explained. The Turk feels Umut sucking his cock and jacking it. Still holding the cheeks apart, the Turk pulls Umut to him, bringing the well lubed hole to his lips. The Turk kisses Umut’s ass as if he were kissing his lips. Umut gags but doesn’t miss a beat of the rhythm he’s made thrusting his mouth and throat on the Turk’s cock. The Turk continues to kiss the open, juicy hole as his tongue travels now more easily into the tunnel of delight. Umut feels a warmth move up the inside of his ass as the. She let out a scream that was answered with another slap. "Shut up slut" He looked over at the gutarist and gave him a nodd. She dreadded what came next. The guitarist thrust forward as hard as he could fitting all but 2 inches in before hitting her cervix. Katie blaked out for a sec she couldnt breath, it hurt so bad that she felt numb everywhere exept her freshly defiled cunt, after a while the numbness subsided and she caught her breath and thats when he started to fuck her. In and out.