“You love getting in trouble for being such a bad little slut, don’t you? You’ve been making me wait for this hot piece of ass all night.” I ...ake a small noise, signaling my agreement. The smooth round weight of the lollipop suddenly seems heavier in my mouth. I can feel you pressing against me, and I realize how hard you are. There is nothing gentle or yielding about that thick rigid shaft, barely restrained by the gym trunks as it pushes against the hollow between my thighs. I’m breathing a. It lookedthreatening, even when it was soft. He had a handsome face and a goodbuild for a man in his forties. I decided that if I was going to wakethem to take me home, the least that I could do is make a little coffeefirst.I got the coffee started and found a box of Danish pastries. When thecoffee was ready, I placed everything on a tray and carried it down thehall to the master bedroom. I sat the tray on the bedside table andgently woke up Linda first. She opened her eyes and sat up in bed.. This girl drove me wild likeno other, and I never wanted her to stop. The roomsmelled of heated pussy and girlcum as Nikki wasbringing me to at least my 31st orgasm of the day. Themassive climax washed through my body with such forceand bathed Nikki’s sweet face yet again in sexualbliss. Panting, my body felt saturated with Nikki’s cumand ached from our games, hopefully she felt the same. We’d gotten in a 69, and I was so drunk off herinebriating sexuality that I didn’t. I didn’t skin it though. I saved that task for later. I actually didn’t want to spend too long out on the plains, alone. Once I had the carcass tied down on the travois, I lifted the poles and I started to head back. I was covered in sweat by the time I got there.My kill did make an impression on the locals. Sygor definitely appreciated it. So did the women, although their appreciation was more subdued. Still, dragging in several hundred pounds of fresh meat was something that spoke volumes to.