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Her whole body spasmed. Her pussy started to contract strongly pushing out her juice. Max got cum a taste of it and lapped black at her faster. This sent gagging Susan over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her whole body started to shutter. Between gasps she moaned. “No more, please no more Max. I can’t take it. Stop oh please stop. Oh, Oh, God!” She came again. Hard and long. It was the biggest orgasim of her life. She finally moved her hand adorable down to cover her pussy to make it stop. She struggled to catch her breath. Max moved back and just watched. Susan, passed out for a short while, partly do to the drink. When she came to, Max was licking his dick. Susan knew that was her fault. Her mind clearer now replayed events. She had the biggest orgasim of her oral life and it was from a dog. Not just a dog it was from her own Max. Susan thought about this for a while. Then fell asleep. When she woke the next day, the first thing she did was to think about what had happened the night before. I picked up Portia’s cane. I have to be contagious with chicken pox before he lets me stay home." He didn’t even oral flinch! “No, no, please no.” “You know you want it, Mom,” I said, moving to the bed. I ask. Master you try to make it sound like it is something bad but I know from Mom and Sandra that even though you have to give them or any adorable of your slaves pain black for punishment for disappointing you that pain is given by you with love just like pleasure. I wondered at that. gagging He now knew better. “She’s always saying things, she won’t fucking let up,” Emily hissed. Of course I had to take the towel off first. I removed my dress and then got under the table and pulled open their pants and sucked both of them. I slipped them on, smiling. “Mi esposa y yo deseamos un viaje seguro.” (My wife and I wish you a safe journey). I raced up the hill to fast. Ashley paused for a moment. I hadn’t noticed how or when, cum but found my hand had reached for hers, and I was pressing the hand to my breast, as she rubbed. The school had an interesting 'challenge' program. We are greeted by a nice lady that is probably 55 or so. “There’s lube in the table.”