A few minutes of cunt-pounding, squealing, grunting, sweating, girl-kissing fury, and Carl’s liquid passion can no longer be held back. Anal sex Jo only met Sonia for the first time this past Wednesday, during the orgy at my house. She obviously doesn’t need it, she must have shaved this morning – or…
“Do you wax?” I ask innocently. At least the soap didn’t get in there. There’s music playing from the rear of the house, but it’s not Carl’s usual playlist. My Dad would just shrug and say ‘I cheat on her, she beats me up. “Hell yeah!” Sonia racks the weights and bumps fists with Carl as she completes her fifth rep at 95 pounds. We’re all happy, and Carl probably the most. Sometimes, like now, I enjoy the feel of it slowly dribbling out of my used cunt, and either dripping directly onto the ground or running down my inner thigh. I’m going to be getting a tour contract for China AND Japan, and it looks like I’ve got a recording contract about to be signed. I’ve made much about my ability to hold a man’s cum inside me
