” Miss Kitty smiled and slapped the girl hard across her upturned buttocks making the girl wince and totter forwards. “Say it again.” The slav... bit her lower lip, a gleam of defiance dancing in her eyes. “FUCK me!” she said, slowly and firmly. Miss Kitty grasped the girl by her shining blonde hair and kissed her roughly, pushing her tongue deep into the heat and wetness of the girls open mouth. Then she shoved her away. “Later,” Miss Kitty snapped as she turned on her heel and left the. It felt like a post attacking me. When it was all the way in itfelt like it was coming up my throat. He hammered my cunt for about 10minutes before I felt his cock grow and then felt his hot cum filling me.After he finished cumming he left his cock in me until it had lost itshardness. Then he pulled out and sat back to regain his breath."Thank you Arden," I whispered. "Was I so bad." No, you were pretty damn good actually." Can we still be friends?" Yeah I guess so as long as you never tell. It was an amazing session. We both were happy and exhausted.We were now watching TV, me in my underwear and she was in her lingerie after she cleaned up. Her phone was now constantly buzzing with messages from her BF. She ignored it for some time, but I told her you should talk to him, else he will be unnecessarily worried.Finally, she took her phone. There were dozens of messages. She replied back saying that she was having a great time and not to worry and that she will give her all the small. I want more than one way to locate them.”“I don’t trust people alone, but I do trust the Gods and the Goddesses,” replied Ed with patience. There was no doubt in his mind that this answer wouldn’t satisfy Ling. He predicted her next comment would be about the injuries that John and he had suffered in their service.“Right. You and John get beat up more than I do when I’m competing against the best fighters in the world.”Shaking his head at a difference that would never be resolved, Ed replied,.
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