"What?" I asked again."I want you to cum on my face, you pig," Jenny groaned and grinned."What else?" I asked."What else do mean?" Jenny asked, as she...craned her head up towards my balls and cock and playfully tired to lick at them."What else do like?" I asked.Jenny giggled as she couldn't crane her head far enough and knew she was going to have to answer my sordid questioning."You're a dick!" Jenny exclaimed, as she rested her head on the bed and smiled."Come on, tell me," I quipped as I. I remembered that when he use to drink, you could blow dynamite up in his face and he wouldn't wake up. I was wondering if he was still hard to wake up. I pushed him and yelled John but he didn't move. After shaking him and yelling at him a few time, I found that he was still hard to wake up. For some reason, I kept thinking about that big ass cock he had. I pulled the covers down and there it was, BMF (big mother fucker). I have never ever thought about another mans cock before, but this. Jennifer opened her apartment door ushering her guests inside. “It may not be much but its home until we can find a house for us. I have my eye on a half of a duplex that’s for sale,” she said of the small laid out floor plan.“There is nothing wrong with your home, Jennifer,” Abby observed.Jennifer removed her coat, breasts straining against her low cut top. “I have diet pop in the fridge if you’re thirsty,” she offered.“I’m fine, thank you,” Brad said.“I know what I’d sooner drink,” Abby. Concentrating hard he made sure of his pace. Nothing violent, but making sure his entry was unrelenting, without hesitation, getting all the way in until his balls were in Specimen's face. He tried to avoid feeling sorry for the guy. He gripped Mandy's hips and pulled her back against him until her clit was poised over her man's mouth."Work that clit," he said, trying to sound as authoritative as he could.From then on it was what the military call hard pounding with one addition. He reached.