Fuck it, I’m texting her. “You know, that kiss was pretty short, but there seemed to be a lot going on between us” Almost immediately after big hitting doggystyle send, he could see the indicator light up that she was typing back. Then, her text came in. “yes, there WAS a lot going on lol. maybe we should kiss longer next time?” He laughed, pleased with himself and the risk he took. He thought for a moment, then sent her a short missive. “what time should i pick u up tomorrow” “be at my house 7pm sharp, i’m cooking for you. Don’t bring pie!” Dinner At five minutes to seven, Jenna scurried about the condo, lighting the candles and putting the finishing touches on the place. She had a feeling Connor would be the kind of guy who showed blowjob up on time. She figured he was probably sitting in his car now, waiting for straight up seven o’clock. She also wondered why she was getting so anxious. It was just a guy coming over for dinner. But then it struck her, she’d never actually cooked for a guy before. After her early morning cumshot workout, she made her way to the local market and purchased steaks, potatoes for baking, asparagus, and an expensive bottle of red wine. At precisely seven, the doorbell rang. She felt a little tingle in the pit of her stomach and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. When she opened the door, she saw his smiling face and a dozen roses in his hand. “I hope I'm not late.” “No, you’re right on time.” Seeing him, she felt a little under-dressed. He was wearing black jeans, a pressed, white long sleeve shirt, Hardcore and oxford dress shoes. Abandon fucking ship. “Oh, my dicking fuck!” Kayla said, her voice was filled with shock and awe. She stood up and began to strip, never taking her eyes off me. Seductively, she slowly raised her top, angling it, to uncover only one bare breast. “Uncle Leon said you wanted to practice.” Leon had told me that Dannell and Donnell were bringing a friend to help me practice. I would go out with my girls to dance, drink and just have fun. What could a bitch slave mean? I mean, I saved your life last night.” “Ow! You can either lay the bricks or be the bricks. Throughout all this, Lisa was very moved to witness such an exquisite display of love, total honesty and affection between a wife and her husband. She sat opposite me, immediately spreading her legs and frigging herself. He smiled and said, “Anything you want Jenny. It was like doggystyle you were joined at the hip, or something." From behind, they were almost identical. Loving you.” I grinned. Remember, cumshot I got married young. The warping Hardcore to reality distorted everything. I had considered doing something like that long before Paul had suggested it. This incredible big moment, this amazing anticipation, built in me. I wanted to experience my mother's cunt spasming around me. I wanted that delicious thrill of her snatch sucking at my dick, begging for my jizz. He wasn't angry with Lilith anymore; he felt as guilty as she did for their fight, so now he was just curious. Cream gushed out of my cunt. The female-sounding blowjob alien voice in her head said, "We sincerely apologize, but it was the only way that we could insure that you would actually desire to use your new penis. I—I don’t know how she did it. There was a problem that morning though. married nurses seem to be more willing to play than the young single ones. She then pushes me forward. She had swallowed. One of the girls (Karen) couldn’t understand how I could wear a skirt so short without any knickers.