I'd expected her to push me away but she just grabbed my arse and pulled me in deeper, swallowing every last drop.Fat boy came soon after, filling her...cunt with another load of spunk. "Oh, boy, I can see you and me are going to get along fine," he said, slapping her arse as he pulled out.Then, for the second time that night, she got to do something she had never done before – lick his prick clean."Knows how to look after a man, does this one," he said, watching her lick every drop from his. Eric, rather than blocking, would direct the attacks away from himself, like he was avoiding a swinging knife. The Argata style involved precise strikes to pressure points and weak spots while injecting one’s own spirit energy, providing electrocution-like damage, similar to jabbing them with a cattle prod. Because they were such precise, penetrating strikes, they were difficult to defend against. Even if the receiver flooded the target area with energy to block, their opponent’s energy, even. An inch slid in, unexpectedly, causing a gag to escape Megan's lips. She then readjusted her approach, scooping the dick from the side with a tilted grind from her lips. They slide up and down the veiny flesh, the throbbing intense on her tongue. "I think we found something you are skilled at, Meg," Derrick groaned. Most of the penis was firmly in Megan's head as spit bubbled at the corners of her stretched lips. She became more proactive at pleasing it, bobbing her head in a dependable motion. "Melissa looked at Jim and said with a smile. "Cool! I'm really horny for that cock of yours, Sir."Cindy giggled and said. "Aren't you always?"The girls all laughed and headed for the Kennel.When Jim entered The Kennel about ten minutes later, he was leading a large, black and tan, eighteen-month-old, German Shepard dog. The dog was wearing booties on his front paws. Trina and Cindy's eyes popped open and they started to giggle. Jim silenced them with a finger to his lips and handed the dog's.