Very good." He picked up the pen from the counter.The receptionist coughed politely. "And for payment?" "Oh, right." The man reached in his jacket poc...et. "A banker's draft is all right, isn't it?" That's fine." The receptionist examined the slip of coloured paper briefly before clipping it to her notes. The man thought briefly about the amount of money involved. Taken out of context, it seemed impossible to justify. Still, some things are worth more than money, he thought, and it's not as if. ''''She loves this, look how much she wants our cocks. Every single one of us is going to fuck this pussy Dad, you realise that don't you? We're gonna pound it and pound it over and over again till she has her first orgasm. I hope she screams, i do love a screamer you know.''They all whistled and jeered.They lifted her off the table, two on each side, carrying her right up to her father, completely naked, her legs spread wide open for him to see. ''She's bald just like how i like. ” Erica laughed and nudged Cris’s shoulder with a toothy grin on her face. “Fuck you, Rickie. You’re not one to talk. ““Okay, okay you’re right. But you have to admit this is hilarious.”Cris glared at her and spat out, “No it’s not fucking funny. And since all you want to do is laugh, I will see you later. I have to meet with Jen anyway.” She slid out from the booth they shared and reached into her wallet to grab some cash for the food.“Oh don’t tell me that guy whose nose you broke at the club. We then finished our lunch and I told her I need a dessert.She said that she is already wet, and I should eat her pussy already. I told her I have a much better idea for dessert. Then I sat on the chair again and moved her pussy with the plate in front of me. She rested her hands behind her on the table and spread her legs wide.She was looking at my erect 10-inch cock with lust in her eyes. I told her that the first ingredient of our dessert is the sweet juices of her pussy. I slowly began to.