The man has a cock. He wants to cum inside a dumpster's body. The dumpster wants cum, but he doesn't want it on him or in a condom. The dumpster wants...to be used, totally and completely. The man wins if he can cum without touching the dumpster's cock. The dumpster wins if he swallows the man's cum or takes a bareback load. Bareback loads are a bigger win than swallowing, of course.So, this guy may have been greedy, which made things easier for me. I am a cum dumpster. I adore the role. It is. " It had been, at most, 20 seconds.But she didn't stop. Lissa glanced away from the pink object her mom was jackhammering into her pussy toward my face for just a second, and then, making this really peculiar grimace, she reached out and firmly stopped her mom's right hand, and pulled the dildo out with a soft slurping sound. It glistened. I wrapped a hand around Denise's forearm on her other side, as her finger still hadn't stopped working her clit."Oh, god, why!?" she hissed, and rolled her. Sissy Heather solved that problem by a long,passionate kiss that transferred my saliva to her own mouth."Dewithious," she said provocatively, licking her lips with her tongue."Now twy again." It was obvious she was enjoying her job. "Thrithybawthy arillth," I bubbled. It was going to be a long lesson I thoughtas I struggled with my new name for the twentieth or so time.I had lost track of how many attempts I made to say my name right, butmy jaw ached from the repeated effort. Sissy Heather must. “I was looking forward to seeing you too, Mom.” Mel said sadly. “You’re my only living relative now.”“Don’t talk that way, Melody,” she scolded. “He’s still your father. He wants what’s best for you.”“If he wanted what was best for me, he’d have hugged Rand and welcomed him to the family,” Mel said tartly. “If he wanted what was best for me, he’d have stopped his precious Allison from being such a bitch to me for all her life. If he wanted what was best for me, he wouldn’t have spent years.