But of course nothing will be published without agreement from the both of us.Please keep in mind that English is not our mother's tongue - errors may...occur.We realized that fiction, or better to say, fantasy is more preferred over here, and that our sharing of things we experienced in real are less liked, so this might be the last of our writings.Anyway, let's pencil down what happened three weeks ago:We always love dirty talk when having sexual fun together, and sometimes we meet friends or. What had already been on my tip ran down my shaft. She swooped in with a greedy tongue, and lapped all the white juices up, along with some brown that was still clinging to my member, and swallowed it all down.In the afterglow, I just wanted to hold her and to please her. I started to feel guilty that I hadn't given her an orgasm. "You didn't cum..."She looked up at me with a dirty smile, and my dirty cock in her hand. "No, but I got you pretty good." I want you to cum." Her raised eyebrows. A quick read of the spines indicated a decidedly eclectic taste.“Welcome to Onyx. Again, my name is Alicia, and I am here to explain who we are and why you are here. First of all, you must be asking why you are here. A member of our governing body has become interested in your football team. Even though Mr. Murphy’s play has been what struck the matches, he has become involved in the four of you as well. I know I am not speaking out of turn here, but Mr. Murphy, I’ve been told, is an. Elder Highsmith was the pastor of Mount Tabernacle Holiness Deliverance Temple and a carpenter. He was 49 years old and lived with his wife. They were currently fostering Antwon, one of the teens dancing in this powerful erotic style.The six-foot tall, heavy-built older man was fucking the svelte, warm dark-brown skinned, leggy, effeminate bottom behind his wife’s back. He couldn’t wait to get the fag in the basement and stuff that tight boipussy with his big dick. He had fallen in love with.