And suck it like a cock.” “I think I prefer the banana. Can I bite it?” “Do you bite a cock?” “No.” “Then, don't bite the banana -...suck it.” “Hmmm.” “There are two strawberries left. Do you want one?” “Mmmm. Yes, please.” “Which one do you want? There’s one in your tummy button. And, one warming near your cunt.” “The one warming near my cunt.” My tongue laps up the chocolate, cream and berry juice, ignoring the tasty red berry in your tummy button. Down, down, down. My prize is. Harley became father, lover and finally husband to her. He and the baby were her world.The memory of her parent's deaths brought back the memory of Jake Morley, overseer for the dozen farms owned by Morgan Farms, now a part of this new outfit. Jake had loaded his old Ford truck with her parent's scant belongings and said, "Git in the truck, girl. You goin' home with me." Numbly with fear, she shook her head no and backed away from him.The overseer's cruelty was well known among the farmers. Squirming naked, showing off your big bare tits and hairless, wet pussy, kissing and licking a big nasty-looking dildo. Of course you know that that’s going to make it even harder for me to keep from cumming. You giggle as I fight to hold it back.Suddenly you sit up and take the base of my dick in your hand, squeezing it, digging deep down to the hidden base and squeezing. You’re helping me keep from cumming, pulling me back from the brink…Making it last longer.You aren’t even done posing for. .hum flat pe pohunche waha sirf ek purana gadda tha bus,hum pehle sath main baith gaye fir usne mujhse pocha ki tumne kabhi kiya hai?maine nahi kaha..usne phir meri jhang pe hanth pherna suru kiya mujhe acha lagne laga aur mera lund pant k andar se khada ho gaya..usne mere lund ko pant k upar se hi sehlaya aur mujhe smooch karne laga ..wo meri lyf ka pehla man 2 man smoch tha..mujhe ab sex chad chuka tha aur ab main uska lund bhi sehla raha tha pant k upar se…usne mujhse seedha late jane ko.