She preferred pleasuring herself with criminals straight after their execution. She loved the feel of the gang members, the skin of their cold bodies ...nd their strong riders' legs and thighs and what potential poked through in between. So wild and virile, she thought, as she read the latest sighting while slowly massaging her moist, throbbing clit.She promised to herself that if fate intervened that she would not have her orgasm now, nor tomorrow, nor the next day. She would keep herself from. Then she came. She came hard. She cried, she whimpered, anything he would have asked of her, she would have given him. All of her essence was in that one final orgasm. She thought surely she would die and this would be the last thing that lived on in her soul. Then Tammy felt his cock as it swelled. Her pussy stretched to accommodate the increase and then he came too. Even with her eyes closed tight and her mind a spinning, swirling vortex, she could feel his hot cum as it splashed the walls. I was breathing pretty heavy myself and Imoaned with pleasure.Kelly asked if I tasted nice; Mike responded with a muffled "mmmhmmm."She was still holding my cock as if she was sharing an ice cream.I thought, 'wanna lick? Psyche!'She asked if she could have another taste and before long they weretaking turns; each of them sucking and slurping quickly before passingmy cock to the other. I felt like I was going to explode, it's still amystery to me how I was able to hold out so long. Shannon was. She always wore the tightest clothes. As if they were a second skin. Tonight she was wearing a lovely red tank top showing ample amount of cleavage. I walked over to the bar. I sat down on an old wooden bar stool. She looked toward me and give me a wink. ‘Hey Isabel pour me a shot and slide it down here.’ She poured me a shot of the finest whiskey. She sat it done in front me. Bending over so I could see down her tank top. ‘You know what happen last time I slid a drink down to you.’ I took a.