As the high voltage passes through the lewd flesh doughnut it puckers and winks wildly, Margaret screams, white eyed, and Cindy's arms just sink deeper. The familiar shower sound is heard again, but with even more fluid, and then skunk-hole sprays a putrid fluid out of its unknown glands all over Isobel's face. The psychotic rich-bitch's face curls in disgust but also wears a giddy smile like she'd been surprised on Christmas. She wipes some of the fluid off her face and holds it to her nose, inhaling in ecstasy. She then rips the needles out, places the taser down calmly, and laughs with her now familiar maniacal bitch cackle. She pulls Margaret's face around to her own, clutching it violently and squishing her cheeks together. “Did that feel good bitch?” she says in her alpha queen B tone, bareback then rapes muscle her teacher's comatose mouth with doggystyle her own snaky tongue and lips. Each of their lipstick's mix and rub blowjob onto the other's face. “Go on Cindy, lap up that whore-squirt. Tell me it doesn't taste similar to that puddle from earlier.” As the liquid hits Cindy's tongue, she blushes, as she cannot deny that it tastes strikingly similar. The smell is through her hair and all over her face. The 3 chill for a minute, then a loud serious knock sounds on the door of the bathroom. “Is everything alright in there.” The sound of a gay middle aged black woman. The next thing I knew as I opened my eyes, was the gay feeling of being cuddled. And her lips! When it was over, they both wanted to go again, but knew they did not have the time. Being able to talk freely like this felt nice. I stopped jumping over him and kissed him on his face like a mad. Audrey had made the executive decision that an opportunity to connect with the ethereal plane beyond this world and make contact with a paranormal entity was, perhaps, the definition of blowjob ‘emergency.’ After all, the city-wide thunderstorm raging outside was, as everyone knew, a veritable superconductor for spiritual chakras – or, something like muscle that. “Some girl, huh?” Phil commented as she left. The Goddess Proseron wasn't happy about being summoned to this gathering by her sister Arisia. The girl was left lying on her back in a cloud of pot smoke with her bareback skirt hiked up over her stomach. “I don't want to fight anymore,” he said solemnly. He was brilliant, but he perpetually wore an expression that made him look like a confused puppy dog. I stopped it when she reached a healthy, curvy size. With her knees beside his waist, she aimed his pole at her entrance while Evan waited patiently. Her flesh massaged me. The ache built so fast at the tip of my cock. Close your eyes Holly." Just try to forget about it. Meeting my doggystyle shocked gaze, she smirked. "FUCK!