She was squeezing my balls and twisting them to the breaking point. My disgust for her turned in to lust as I mentally prepared to have my two minutes...of pleasure with her. She got out of the car and into the back seat and took off her clothes for the fifth time. I followed her into the back seat and my face passed over her sloppy crotch; the smell of cum was overpowering. (We’re getting to the part I have not told to anyone, ever.) She grabbed my head and forced my mouth on to her open pussy.. But he didn't care. He mauled and mashed,twisted and pulled her two flesh bags in every conceivable way, laughing every time she tried to push him away ineffectually with a shrug of her shoulders or a shift in her position. Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, he abandoned her tongue and clasped his teeth on her tender nipple.Her mouth once again free,she let out another of those screams which, unknown to her,her molester was finding incredibly arousing. this time though, the pain was. Well she started and man was it intense. She ran that razor over my shaft again and again, making sure not to miss a spot. She shaved me right up to the base of my cock leaving my pubes alone there, then started working on my balls, lifting and moving first one then the other around until she had me shaved to the crack of my ass. She rinsed me all off and with all the pre-cum that I was leaking started stroking my cock with its slick contents. In no time she had me on the verge of blowing my. Then she said better days were ahead for me, she can feel it. I hope so, and she was usually right. ………………………………………….. I met Freddie Monday morning at my studio. He was bubbling over, and had brought his manager and producer with him. The manager just smiled while the producer raved about the show. He went on and on about chemistry and quality. I knew he was leading up to something so I let him ramble. He finally wound down. Freddie took over. ‘This isn’t a strictly social visit, Wiley. I’ll.
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