But she ignored me, said I would make a beautiful Bond Girl. But I wasn't so sure: I'm more Bridget Jones than The Spy Who Loved Me. She said she'd be...gutted if I didn't come, then casually added, "Karl Peterson will be there. He asked about you — wanted to know if I'd invited Lauren." That's when I said okay, that I'd be there. But when I saw Annie's smile go all smug, I knew I'd agreed far too quickly. After she'd wandered away, I began to frett about my costume, what a pain-in-the-arse. It took over her mind and body. It continued on and on, she could not stop it and she wondered if she would die. At that precise moment her orgasm released her. She lay on her bed gasping for air. She was covered in sweat and tremors still coursed through her body. She noticed her ass was wet but did not have the energy to move at first. She also noticed that her dildo was still buried in her and her pussy was still hugging it. She slowly pulled it out and as she did she had another orgasm, a. "He didn't have to tell me twice! I dove in and wrapped my lips around his balls, taking them into my mouth and gently cradling them with my tongue. I felt a few pubic hairs stick in my teeth as I let go, but I knew I would leave them there all day as a reminder. I ate my own cum on a regular basis, so I needed no encouragement to begin licking my way to the head. I worked slowly and gently, caressing his shaft in an 'S' pattern as I slurped down my dripping cum. When I reached the top, I. Derek replied to her pleas with more slaps across her reddened cheeks before tearing down the tight pink halter that just barely encased her massive tit bags. Her massive EE cup breasts hung out from over the halter. Her pink areolas were about 3 inches in diameter with a half inch thick nub of nipple protruding from the middle of the circles. The creamy bulbs of flesh seemed absolutely flawless. It was a shame that Derek was going to have his way with them. ?Look at these things.? He.