When she was satisfied, he set the wine glass down, and begin twirling the plate of spaghetti with a fork. Just like he had to mix his spunk into the...wine, so, too, did he have to blend his semen into the pasta.“Bona petite,” he said, offering Amanda another forkful.She ate the entire plate and was still hungry for more cum.Philip’s cock was rock hard again during the entire time he was feeding Amanda, and purplish veins appeared as though they were going to burst out of his angry red skin. . I wasn’t a big fan of taking stairs but I followed him.. I got through the door, and the next thing i knew, my arms were pinned above my head, lips were on my neck and a hand was up my dress, fingering me. It took me a while to catch my breathe, and get the words out, But I started to say I couldn't do that to his wife, and that he shouldn’t. I could only argue for a couple of min, before my arguments where just replaced with moans and i gave in, Once i surrender. I got on my knees and began to. I swallowed heroically but it kept spurting. It was in danger of running out of my mouth faster than I could swallow but finally it was over. He staggered backwards, nearly falling over a deck chair, which he promptly sat down on. “Oh god! Cindy, I mean Cynthia! I never did that before! Never!” He seemed to be trembling all over. “WOW!” I laid back down on the deck smiling at him, wiping a string of cum from the edge of my mouth.. “Glad you liked it cousin. Are you ready for the rest?” His. His eyes clench shut as he endures the decadent torture of my ministrations. A steel grip fastens around my wrist and wrenches my hand away. I look up at him, my breath catching in my throat at the ravenous look on Grayson’s face. He ravishes my mouth with his own, his hands gripping hard on my hips, and an unholy inferno explodes within me. I shudder when fingers slide under the triangle of fabric at the small of my back, following the trail until it meets where my desire burns with wet heat..