‘Fuck no. I have to get home to the woman as it is,’ Sheldon said quietly. George laughed and made a whip-cracking motion with his hand. Sheldon l...ughed it off as they entered the club, George limping down stairs to the locker room and the therapy rooms, Sheldon wandering up to the bar. He couldn’t help but notice the beautiful woman sitting there with her back to him, her long dishwater blonde hair tied in a loose, thick braid, her body hugged by a tight T-shirt and painted-on jeans. He also. From the angle of the camera I was still able to make out her throat bulging out as she worked his giant python inches deeper than I had ever been. Her eyes bulged when she couldn’t breathe and came up for air coughing and sputtering. She was holding onto his hips and using him to fuck her face pretty hard now. It was really something to see!Drool had left stringy trails all over her shirt and a wet front of her tshirt that now clung to her nipples. She pulled back for a moment and pushed him. The fire shooting through her brain and her body obliterated all concerns and thought.After that eternal minute, she began to gasp. Her arms and legs began to shake and flail as if she were struggling against heavy blankets or a rushing river current. With every breath, different animalistic sounds escaped her. She looked a bit like a fish gasping for breath on dry land.As intelligence and control began to return, Stacy held herself tightly, her arms crossed under her breasts. She rocked slowly. She knew."r u flattered?" he asked, cutting right to the chase."to be honest ... kind of." And that was not a lie. Which nobody was more surprised about than Diane herself."good, cuz its so hard for u. its out and im touchin it." you are not. really?" hellz yeah. im strokin it for u, mommy."Diane nearly jumped away from the computer at this, and looked over her shoulder, to make sure Alan wasn't standing right there. Then she realized what he must be doing, and typed: "stroking it for me? or.