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I continued bobbing my head taking him deeper in my mouth and I heard him gasp with unexpected pleasure. His cock was quickly coming to full erection but before it could do so I took him deeply into my throat til my my nose buried it’s self in the crinkly patch of his pubic hair, he groaned deeply.I sucked hard and I pulled my head back off his cock so that I could look at its veiny glory. Erect it was a solid eight inches in length and nice and thick. “Let’s get naked,” I suggested sitting back. “Sure,” Daniel said and without hesitation he stood and stripped off his clothing. I quickly knelt in front of him and grabbed his cock and began sucking and licking his balls. “Fuck,” he said “you know what your doing”. He stood there naked while I sucked his entire scrotum into my mouth and he let his head fall back. I sucked his sack while I stroked his shaft with one hand and the other went between his legs to grab his ass. He reached out and and picked up his glass and drank deeply. I. “Spank your naughty daughter!” Natalie moaned. “You were a bad mother! But you'll be good now. Kimmie will make you good now!”“Yes, I will!” I gasped, my pussy clenching.CRACK!“I'll be such a good mother!” moaned Tonya. “I should have spanked you years ago!” CRACK!“Yes, Mom!” Gina moaned into my pussy. Her tongue brushed my clit. This heat swept through me. I gasped and then I bucked. My pussy clenched from the bliss. My impending orgasm drank it in. My back arched, rubbing into the couch. I whimpered. Groaned.Climaxed.“Yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming!” I howled. My thighs clutched about Gina's head as my pussy convulsed.Tonya's next swing faltered. She panted there then set the paddle down and went back to her cleaning. I shuddered, gasping, moaning, my small titties jiggling. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out into Gina's mouth.I felt her struggling to pull her head away, but I held her pinned to my pussy. My cunt cream flooded out of me. The pleasure washed through me, the thrill of.
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I slumped back in the chair and looked at myself. I looked like a whore already with the gaudy blue eye shadow I hadn't worn in years and the purple blush on my cheeks. I started to feel like one and could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. "Christ Shannon, you are so fucking chicken. Look, I promise I'll keep the details a secret, okay? Jeez, focus, will you? It's what you always wanted, isn't it? A whole bunch of guys, fucking you half to death?" "I... I don't know if I can handle it," I whispered, picking up my dark red lipstick. "What do you mean?" she asked, straightening her black satin skirt. She sat up on the side of my bed. "It's... Oh! I can't say it!" "C'mon, Shannon... it's okay... all games aside, it's a fantasy, right? All those guys? Forcing themselves on you? It's a dream come true! You should be ecstatic!" "But I want it too much!" I blurted, then covered my mouth. I could feel a tear trickling down my cheek. "Ahhhh. I see." "I mean, how can they force me.

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