Your hands on my hips clench with fingers of iron and you shoot me a warning glance. But not before I feel your phallus twitch and pulse within me. Oh... yes! You're close, too, Chris! I bend to meet your lips in a silent kiss, the slight rocking of my pelvis sending electric shocks up my spine.The bathroom door opens again. We freeze. A pee-er this time. Oh my God, I can hear him tinkle. This is so gross! But a fresh surge of moisture between my legs betrays my excitement.I squeeze you faster. She was in up to her thighs; being careful not to wet her panties. “Come on in Donny; it’s lovely!”She didn’t realise it but she looked ravishing; her loose fair hair at her neck her deep-blue eyes sparkling invitingly.In a show of bravado I stripped off and ran in; skinny-dipping around her.She squealed in delight at my antics and made back for the bank with me following. Drying off together my erection caused her to blush.“That’s how I feel about you now Pearl; I’ve wanted you for a while. “Good bitch. Go ahead and sniff and take a lick, just like real bitch in heat.” She sniffed, nibbled and licked his balls, coating it with her saliva slurping, sliding her tongue to his shaft. Her tongue goes through every surface, leaving nothing untouched. She raised her head and looked into her Master’s eyes before licking the tip of his cock and going back to give his balls a tongue bath. Master touched her nape and caressed it slowly before taking hold of her ponytail and pulling her head. But with the Myers’, formality was important. Dale, of course, was at the head of the table, his wife at the foot. Sara and Wayne sat across from each other at the middle.As Sara’s mom began to serve the lasagna, Wayne noticed that Dale was staring at him again, although this time he was looking down where he sat on the chair. He was looking to see if Wayne had pocketed something! Wayne shifted uncomfortably in his chair, causing Dale to peer even more closely.“So Wayne,” said Sara’s mom once.
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