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  • He told me his, What was it again? I guess it doesn’t matter for now. He seems to like me calling him “Daddy”. His house is nice. What I’ve seen of it anyway. This stone floor is killing my knees. Ouch. Fuck. Sharp point. Note to self; no more hallway blowjobs unless he gets a thick throw amateur rug for me to kneel on! Looking up at him. Letting go of his thighs and letting the bun of my hair down. Bunching it up in pigtails with my hands. I want him to react to the "Daddy;s little girl" look as I slip his cock past my tongue and down my throat. He does. By bouncing his sack off my chin extra hard a couple times, and groaning. gag, cough Try not to throw up Sarah, you’re doing fine. Fuck, he’s got a fat tip for a white guy. Good length too. 8? 8.5 inches maybe? And his nut butter tastes way better mixed with my cunny than That cunt. I’ve never liked the taste of mothers twat. Thank god she never asked me to eat her out unless she had some poor bastard fill her up first. “Heh, just luck I guess,” Amanda quickly brushes it off. I scrubbed down the yoga mat, Sal's face, and my hair and body when I took a shower. What! I had no doubt that Mistress Sam could think of something. Mrs. Scott throws her head back and laughs, “Ha…. She felt her brother's heavy breathing as he stayed still behind her, and she slowly began rubbing his cock along her slit. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you darling?” “Um... what?” Randi asked. Some even got Kate who laid mesmerized beside us. “You were given amateur a drug that has not been authorized to be used for human testing.”