Perhaps the thing most on her mind as she walked away from there, heels clicking on the pavement as an entirely appropriate London drizzle was slowly soaking through the black fur collar of her jacket, was that as she's been in the shower, cumshot the taste she was trying to get rid off, the one that was actually bad, wasn't the shit, it was the puke. Now, don't get the wrong idea. Shit tastes bad. The point is, though, that so does puke, except puke's usually worse. Shit mainly smells, and you can fix that with a dab of Fuller's Balm in each nostril. I might, now, be getting you excited for the rest of this story so I'm going to spoil it a bit. Jenny almost never lets anything crap in her mouth. If you're anticipating a shit-eating spectacular, this isn't it. She's said several times that doing so is not 100% out of the question, but there'd have to be either a staggering amount of cash involved, a beloved boyfriend and intense pleading, or a sufficiently powerful Dom with that particular fetish. As a little gesture, I'll tell you one time, back in Paris, I answered the buzzer in her bathroom and was asked to prepare some food, I think it was a bacon sandwich, by one of her many gentlemen friends. At that point he was wearing only work-boots and a steel ring around his cock and balls, which were suitably swollen to prodigious sizes. One sort of gets used to things like that. Jenny was on the floor, then, her perfect cunt desperately open and glistening, her hands cuffed in the small of her back, pinned by her own body, and that glorious hair, cherry red at the time, lovingly braided by yours truly, woven into the straps of a leather harness that lifted her heavy tits, each now crowned with iron hard nipples. Of course you know that her whole face was buried under his faeces. One could hardly make out where her features were there was so much of titjob it, save her mouth, open under it, teeth and pov tongue plunged in human sewage. I, of course, would end up cleaning all that away, but that would be a treat. I am not sure I have ever seen her as excited, as ready, as turned on as she was there, especially as, when I turned to go to the kitchen, the gentleman resumed the activity which apparently had caused some burst of hunger; landing the tip of a riding crop directly on her clitoris with the sort of swing you'd expect more on a golf course than consensual fucking. Who knows what the game was. Maybe he'd keep thrashing her cunt until she'd eaten enough to scream. I never quite understood how anyone could see such exquisite beauty and decide to spoil it, but she seemed to enjoy it. That was a long night, they barely paused. Their grunts and moans signalling orgasm after orgasm, especially hers. Back to Bray, and Jenny parked up. She took a small jar out blowjob of her handbag and daubed some light green paste into each nostril. Might not be enough, but better for the client if they didn't see that. The front threesome door was open, as it always was when she'd come here. He told his friend to send him the video so he could enjoy later and pulled his cock out of my ass. Then he went titjob to bed. I was confused. Lucie could only stand there her mouth hanging. She had a thin tuft of gray hair between her legs, and the mound of her labia was visible through it. The lodge overbooked so we got one of the cabins with one double bed and a couch. She reached over to grab it and in the attempt, accidentally bumped into a threesome duo of people I didn’t recognize. “You bitch,” mumbled Addison with a half-smile as she looked down at the sand mortified pov about what Piper just revealed. The mother and blowjob father stared in to each other’s eyes and then with a nod from him, she began a narrative, “Our son Tyler has just turned fourteen years old. Bye. cumshot Once again, Fred came to the rescue! Looking around to make sure no one was around to hear I whispered, "Please call me John." Again!” she panted after dropping it at my feet. I picked out a black lace for myself and a yellow one for my mother. "Wow, you're really getting into this. The door to her stall doesn't close all the way. And music.