The resort was marketed, very privately, as a tropical retreat location for those interested in indulging in b********y. It had been a long-hidden fan...asy of hers, something she hoped could become a reality now that … well, her husband had died leaving her with, as she put it, obscene amounts of money, successful businesses, and homes s**ttered around South America. She made two mistakes, that she mentioned: one, she didn’t really know anything about b********y, except what she fantasized, and. "Don't worry, nothing will happen to him, just the things he supports. His type won't be easily disillusioned, but I'm going to try." What are you going to do?"She shook her head. "Ah-ah-ah, I'm not telling. You'll see me at school, but I'm going to be hard to find." She tapped the page where I'd written out the final version of my idea. "I like this. I may use part of it myself." With that she was gone, leaving us to look at each other.Mr. Robert Gordon slipped into the Construct, never. In a few minutes he'd had enough, pulled out and blew all over her slutty face, jets of cum, spraying white thick juice in her dark hair, over her red lips, her dirty pink tongue, dribbling over her eyes and her round cheeks. Laughing kemal twisted her towards me and in seconds I followed, just jabbing my dig in her mouth once or twice then unloading a massive load straight into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it down, licking her lips, scooping drips of semen off her face and her swinging. I took each in, flicked and swirling my tongue, working each tit lovingly. I kissed her neck, then on the lips, flicking my tongue against her’s, her mouth tasted of mocha. I turned my attention to what I had been lusting for, those ripped abs. Forgetting the desert toppings, I went straight for the prize. I ran my tongue starting from the lower abs all the way up to her tits, then began sucking and licking each one of the eight. “Ohhh..ohhhh… no one’s ever done this before… it feels.