Unless she was on her monthly, Cindy never bothered to wear any underwear - she believed it was a waste of time."Lay down," Citlali ordered Cindy. "Le... this ritual begin."So, this deed began, Citlali opened Cindy's pale legs and she went in to lick Cindy's genitals. A sweet, salty taste. When Cindy let out a faint moan of sensual pleasure, Citlali knew this practice was working. Kinta moved behind Cindy, lifting her head and allowing it to rest in her lap. Kinta gently massaged Cindy's head and. “Now you can go, right?” Jenny said, flashing me a contented smile. With that, she moved behind and wrapped her arms around me, so that she could hold my penis with both hands. She then nuzzled her face into my neck and looked down over my right shoulder, saying, “It looks really funny and cute, all limp like that.” Soon I found myself releasing a stream of hot, steamy pee into the bowl, while Jenny directed it. And when I’d finished, she took a piece of tissue paper and delicately cleaned. I spent most of my time in the Carolinas chat room, and one day I started up a chat with a woman who lived in my town. We continued to chat in private for a few nights, until one day we realized we worked right across the street from each other. Our chats were getting progressively hotter, and by now we’d exchanged phone numbers. We had phone sex a few times, me stroking my cock while listening to her fucking herself with a toy. Then one night, it happened. ‘Do you want to get fucked?’ she. I had no control over my head now with the exception of how fast I flicked my tongue.Her knees became even tighter. I could hear only muffled panting and moaning from her mixed in with the occasional curse words of bliss. I began to flick even faster. Her knees tightened to the point where I thought I was going to suffocate. I kneaded my fingers into her ass and pulled her in tight and held her like a cheese burger. Is was one of the best meals ever and I wasn’t going to miss out for a.