Once done, he bragged, "I always come buckets." My eyes closed, I responded, "I'd love to swallow that full meal deal next time." He laughed, "We got ...urselves a full-fledged cum bucket." "Are you a bottom too?" the other asked. "No, sir," I answered, keeping my mouth open, hoping for more cum. "Not yet, anyway," the other laughed. "Yeah, it's only a matter of time before you're a two hole full time faggot for black dick," the other declared, as he slid his cock into my mouth, grabbed my head. She moves her hand deeper into her cute little cotton panties as she dips a finger insider her soaking wet hole in a single smooth motion that makes her moan out loud. Her heart starts to flutter as she works her finger in deeper. Then she slides it all the way out again before plunging it back in again with a quiet little sigh. She realises she is making a noise but she can't help it. She is having trouble enough subduing her quiet little groans she tries to stop her self from voicing out loud. Again, after perhaps ten minutes, she rubbed against him to tease, stimulated him, then once again squeezed his jewels. He screamed louder this time. Stepping around his front side, she stood on a small stool and rubbed her tits against his face, using her fingers to transfer her sweat and pussy juices to his moustache. When she finished, the juice was running down to his lips, and he was again moaning with excitement. The cruel wench laughed with delight, stepped off the stool, and stropped. I giggled and laughed and asked for their names and phone numbers. That caused a lot of laughter in the club. I was totally in thrall. I kept saying I wanted them to fuck me hard enough to make me pregnant. I started playing to the camera after about an hour. I would smile, lick my lips, open my eyes wide when the guy entered me and when he came I would just laugh and giggle. It turned the crowd on. They were cheering and clapping and yelling. Some of the guys were into fisting, which.