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“Such a beautiful cock you have.” she purred, looking me over. “Have I ever told you how much I like it?” “Actions speak louder than words.” I heftily told her, smiling slightly. cumshot She nodded. “So they do.” She lightly kissed the head of my dick, taking a painfully classic long amount of time in doing so. “And what action were you thinking in particular?” “I think you know.” I mumbled, my hand falling to the wall to support me as every nerve ending tickled, every inch of me wanted more. “Mmm… I’m not sure I do. I think I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do.” Nicole insisted, lightly dragging the tip of her tongue across the head of my dick after she finished talking. I chuckled internally. “Take every inch of me.” I ordered. “Remind me how talented your mouth is. Give me the best blowjob you can.” “That’s all?” she winked at me. “This’ll be a piece of cake. No voices you want me to imitate or anything?” “Hell no. You’re by far the most attractive girl to me.” I told her in a quiet voice. She smiled, bit her lower lip and looked to the floor. “You’re cute.” she told me quietly, before giving the head of my cock a lick. The little licks continued, going along the shaft, evolving until they involved her lips, then her whole mouth. Before long, she was using her Brunette whole mouth expertly on me, taking a large amount of my dick in her mouth and working it using tits everything she had. But she knew I asked for more. Taking one last breath through her nose, she sunk in further, taking the rest of my dick in her mouth as she began to deepthroat. She barely even flinched – moving slowly at first to get accustomed to the new visitor, but soon, deepthroating me with absolutely no issue, taking my whole dick like a pro. I groaned and leaned my head back. “Nicole, you’re as amazing as ever. Holy shit. I fucking missed you.” I babbled like a cicada on Adderall. Nicole said nothing (go figure given the situation) and continued her work, her head bobbing as my dick sld down her throat time and time again. Eventually she had to work my dick back into her mouth, if nothing else for her own well-being, but she never gave up. Her attention was still fully devoted to the cock in front of her, even though she now was undoing her jeans button and slipping her left hand inside so she could enjoy herself too. I cleared my throat. “Hey, you know, if you want to have some fun too, we could skip the foreplay.” She took my dick out of huge her mouth and grinned at me, wiping the saliva away from her mouth. “Anything you had in mind?” Half an hour later, I was, once again, sitting in the back of the limo, my heart racing as I anticipated our arrival. After a couple of minutes thinking about it and probably making things worse, I put my shoes on and set off. As my eyes strained to penetrate the veil of darkness in the living room, I thought I could make out the lumps of the two women curled against one another. They always did these interview segments, what I had learned in the last few days was called a talking head segment. “I know how much you like my tits,” she cumshot purred. The apprehension I felt instantly lifted, the majority of my academic career had focused on the psychology of cults and my masters thesis was about the interpersonal relationships that developed amongst the members of Jonestown cult. By that time more boys had arrived to watch us and both Tracey and I smiled when we saw them. I felt her huge girth through her dress and panties, my cheeks burning. The bathroom was complete with marble counters, deep soaking tubs and shelves filled with expensive products. “Hmm, that’s nice.” I said and opened my legs wide. Lindsey looked up, stood on her tip toes and kissed me. She dropped the dish, it crashed on the ground as she jumped up in my arms. When I was completely naked, with my rock-hard cock pointing up towards the ceiling, I went back in to the bedroom. “Then you filmed me and my friends having sex without our permission. But after a few tense moments, one of the Daves pulled out what looked like a sword hilt and activated a blade made of wind. I pick up the book I left out here and begin to read, aiming to use its literary jargon to pass the time. With them was a leaflet in English; it was headed ‘The Ultimate Girl’s Best Friend’. ” I closed my eyes for a classic few moments and then reopened them and stared into the heavens. Maybe the old me did let him do anal. Brunette An unexpected voice came from the back of the room, “Whoa.” It was getting worse, not that it was unpleasant but she often had to rub her nipples tits to ease the sensation. We haven’t blown out a girl in six months.”