Possibly they may have gotten a feel of that pretty cock that was flopping around too. When that part of the song came around again, Scott knelt down low enough that his swinging balls were visible below his legs. Shirley took the time to reach under his leg once and fondle them. After the song was over, Scott turned to each of the women, pulled them in and kissed them. He was totally relaxed, his penis fully flaccid and the foreskin now covered the head fully. Scott was warm and flushed from the exertion, his smooth scrotum hunk was fully relaxed and his testicles, hanging well below his penis were swinging freely. "Scott, do you think you can go again?" Shirley asked. "I think so, with the proper motivation." he responded. "I've cum 3 times this afternoon, but I think I can go again." With that, Beth and Shirley pushed Scott back towards the couch as the girls made room for gay him. He sat and the two women pushed him sideways until he was lying on his gayporn back, his arms above him, his stud beautiful pits visible and his cock poking up. His balls lay between his legs as Shirley went down on him,. "Oh wow, you want this." Scott laughed. Just sit back and enjoy for a little bit Scott" Beth commanded. Beth went to work on Scott's chest and stomach, tickling and stroking him while Shirley worked over his cock, which, clearly, was not finished for the day. Every time she pulled off of Scott, we all could see how his prick was lengthening again. After several minutes of this, Shirley pulled off and went for that loose scrotum, pulling each of Scott's balls into her mouth one at a time. You could see how she was exciting Scott with her tongue anal swirling over his man eggs. Beth took the opportunity to go down on that semi erect dick and bring it to full attention. With time, they stood him again and let us all see that his prick could still attain the stiff throbbing erections from earlier this afternoon. "Good Grief boy, do you ever get done?" Beth asked. Scott just smiled as she went back to work. “Ryan Honey, why don’t you go to bed, get a stud good night’s rest, we can talk more tomorrow, Ok.” She was mortified to think her tits were even bigger than they had been but could do nothing about it. We kiss one last time before she leaves. So tired. We didn’t say much as we got cleaned up the best we could without water—the sound of the tap was too risky—and went back out to the living room. Gloria’s seductive gaze narrowed to slits, her playful smirk thinned to a frown, and her gayporn grip on my cock grew a little too tight. I mean, I don’t even need any sophisticated Michelin cook, I just want some regular, hunk plain cooking by someone who knows what she’s doing.. girls. I don’t even want to guess how gross it felt when a horse’s wiggly reproductive cells were swimming and sloshing around in your stomach. Glenda went to the kitchen anal and gay prepared some tea to help calm down her nerves while she gathered her senses. “For Rosario?” asked Araceli. Viola: Oh yea, that should make for some fun times. “Yeah,” Astrid shrugged her shoulders, “but this one was… it was different. I know I have been preparing myself to come this far. But he couldn't hold it, so he had no choice but to sit on the toilet and hope for the best. There were their parents. Once she knows, then wouldn’t our lives return to normal?” Jerome looked straight into my eyes and said, “Very rare, a woman satisfying her curiosity for the feeling of a black cock in her pussy. There was also a man organising more game that were only funny because most of the people playing were half drunk.