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  • Suddenly I realized that my fuzzy little pussy was feeling neglected and desperately demanded attention. I reached down and began to pet my little Cream-Puff, and I could feel her begin to purr. I had never felt her purr like this before, and she seemed to want a really hard and frantic rubbing. I could feel my little pussy quiver with excitement, and then, without warning my Cream-Puff suddenly gushed a big, wet puddle onto the kitchen floor. I beauty shrieked in surprise! “Oh Jack! I’m so sorry! I swear, my little pussy has never made a mess like adorable that before!” I felt a blush of red creeping up my face. “It’s totally cool, Baby,” he assured me, never missing a stroke. “Some pussies will do that when they get really excited. Your little Cream-Puff is just all worked up with all the activity going on back here.” I nodded in relief that he was so understanding, and kept petting my purring pussy. She gave another squirt on the floor, and then one more before she seemed temporarily satisfied. Jack didn’t even seem to notice. He was furiously pounding away at my back door and was totally into his work. I could sexy babe feel my back door shuddering and trembling almost continuously, and I could swear the vibrations were quivering through my entire body. I could sense Jack starting to shake also. The poor dear -- I was really working him hard. I would have to cook him dinner or something to make up for all lesbian sex his effort. “I’m gonna... augh... gonna shoot some oil up... oh... up into that tight little crack of yours!” he warned. I wriggled my hips, thinking that sounded like a really, really good idea. Jack let out a groan, and with his tool fully jammed into the depths of crack, he launched a spray of hot oil! Oh. My. Gawd! It seemed like he coated everything up in there! He just pumped and gushed spurt after spurt of his oil. I guess other people might have complained that it was just WAY too much, but I giggled with satisfaction as it jetted up into every last little nook and cranny of my quivering back door. I thought he was never going to stop, and he sure was energetic about it. Hot oil squirted out of the overstuffed crack, splattering onto the floor and mixing with the puddle of a mess that my excited little pussy had just made. Jack stuffed his tool back in deep, and it vibrated like a tuning fork as he pumped another huge load of slippery fluid. There was no place left for it all to go, and it just poured out from around his embedded tool shaft, draining onto the toys floor in a thick, steady stream. Then finally, with a groan, he shuddered with exhaustion, breathing deeply. He left his tool fully jammed up in the crack for several moments, and then eased the slippery shaft out of my back door with a wet, slurping sound. A satisfied and exhausted giggle burst from my lips. Jack had done it! My back door was gaping wide open. It was a mess of course, with all the goo he had sprayed all over, but that could be cleaned up easily enough. But Jack never noticed. Was this beauty to be her lover? “Oh, come on.” Nicole protested. adorable Miss! Come in please the master will be glad sexy babe you are here. "Not fucking right," says Al, "Can't we dig the fucker up and fucking hang him?" “I don’t know, Tom. He knows how to use his cock better than his dad already. It took considerable willpower for James to suppress his power after such a feast, but he managed to reign lesbian sex in his emotions and his lust. The sound of him slurping my dick was nothing sort of amazing. “Do you mind if I ride along?” Bernie asked as they reached the door to her room. They had both thought they were heterosexual, until Laura raped Bitch, and then Bitch raped her sister. She felt the bulbous tip of his penis slip easily inside her velvet soft vaginal passage. I will stop. She looked absolutely amazing to me now that I was seeing her in a new light. Tell me what you like.” I asked “Listen Zane, I really NEED to be captain. "MAKE 'EM STING. My wife duplicated what her friend had done to her; feeling her huge tits and teasing her pussy long enough to cause a couple of toys low moans. “Let me pay,” she says handing the clerk a credit card. And hey if my sister is happy living this way, that’s all I can ask for right. A second hand fell on her ass, this time a little harder. "Nooo. I admire that, almost envy it. Feeling Katie's strong vaginal walls around his cock, so warmth and constricting. I got a lovely look at her camel toe from the rear. “Oh, no problem at all. “So, you've been having sex, huh?”
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