Her feeling was very strange.Everyone around was chatting and talking, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.
The waiter came over and filled her glass with wine again.
Below the table, she felt a hand stroking her thigh.
Things seem to be wrong, but what exactly is wrong?
She closed her eyes and thought as much as she could.
She needs to see some people, she needs to talk to them.
The hand was still stroking her thighs.
She shook her head hard, trying to figure out her situation.
The room started to spin, and everything moving was like a slow motion replay in the movie.
She tried hard to get up, but fell on someone again.
She felt her jacket being put on her shoulders, she felt herself being pulled through the room, sitting in a car, someone began to stroke her body, she felt a few hands rubbing her breasts and nipples, and a few fingers playing with her pussy, which felt so comfortable.
A tongue penetrated into her mouth like a small snake, shuttled and stirred between her lips and teeth. She felt that she should respond, so she put her tongue into the other person's mouth.
She felt her hand be placed on something, looked down and saw her holding a thick, hard cock in her hand.
She felt a hand holding her wrist, causing her hand to move the penis up and down.
The tongue continued to stir in her mouth, wrapping around her tongue from time to time.
She felt really strange, as if she didn't have the strength to resist or accept what was happening to her.
The fingers inserted into her vagina and the tongue stretched into her mouth stimulated her whole body as if soaked in a hot tide, making her blood rush and her sexual desire excited.
She lowered her head and glanced at the penis she held in her hand, wondering why she wanted to hold it and why she had to move it.
Now, she seems to have walked into a house.
Is it her home?
No, she thinks it shouldn't.
The lights in the room were turned on and she saw the bed.
Good Ah!
I really want to have a good rest!
This is what I need most at the moment!
She staggered towards the bed and fell on the bed.She felt something poking her ass and then she knew nothing.
********************
When I saw her in the corner of the room, I couldn't believe my eyes.
I haven't heard from her for 5 years. I thought my hatred for her was buried deep in my heart and would not move anymore. However, from the glance I saw her, the anger continued to swell in my heart.
My eyes moved around the room with her figure, and I found her steps a little strange, and then I immediately realized that she was drunk.
A sinful thought arose in my mind, and I turned my head to my companion and said: Hello, Mason, can you do me a big favor?
No problem Ah, Mike, say it, what's the matter?
Have you seen the woman over there?It was the woman in a silver evening dress.She's drunk, but I want you to go over and give her a few more drinks.When she is so drunk that she can't figure out who she is and where she is, we can do whatever we want to do to her.
I watched Mason walk towards that woman, the woman who was my wife 5 years ago, prayed silently in my heart, and sincerely prayed from the bottom of my heart that Mason could succeed according to my ideas.
If things go smoothly as I expected, then this woman will be completely destroyed by me at this time tomorrow.
I still remember this woman fresh, so it seemed as if it happened yesterday.
On the day 5 years ago, I came home from get off work and saw Brenda packing her luggage and preparing to run away from home.
The night before, we had a big fight, for family trivia and because we were really short of money at that time, but I never thought things would get so bad.
I asked her where she was going and she said she would never want to live with me again.
You're a complete loser, Mike.You are a man with no future and will be worse in the future.In life, you are also a very uninteresting person, and your performance in bed is useless.I can't see any reason to continue living with you.
Brenda said angrily.
Divorce made me lose everything I had. In the year after the divorce, I got drunk almost every day and couldn't extricate myself from my painful emotions.
That year, Brenda got married again, and her new husband was a guy who was quite prestigious in both business and social circles.
During that year, my best friend George decided to help me get out of my depression and pain, and he pushed me back to my normal life, influenced me with his thoughts, forced me to quit drinking, and cheer up the courage to live.
Finally, with the help of my friends, I regained the courage to live and accidentally got what Brenda once dreamed of.
It's very ironic. I don't know what luck is here, but I actually won a lottery prize of 17.6 million US dollars. Maybe Brenda would be surprised to read the news of her ex-husband's winning in the newspaper?
Needless to say, the huge changes in my life, many things that were once impossible to get can now be easily obtained.
But, in my mind, the most I wanted was to make Brenda pay the price for her abandonment of me, and now the opportunity has finally come.
I watched Mason carry Brenda into the back seat of my limousine and sat in the front seat with George.
After the vehicle started, Mason started playing with Brenda's nipples through her clothes, while thrusting his fingers into her pussy.
As he kissed her tongue while pressing her hand on his penis, my penis was so excited that my penis swelled up, and I watched with great joy as my plan came true step by step.
I turned my head and said to George who was driving: Do you want to try this woman, George?
George smiled and replied: I must think of Ah, sir, of course I will.
I smiled and immediately thought, what would Brenda's husband look on his petite, fair wife if he saw George's majestic black coal-like body pressing against his petite, fair wife?
The car drove to my doorstep and George helped Mason lift Brenda into the upstairs bedroom and put it on the bed.
I asked two men to strip her clothes naked, except for her Manolo high heels worth $600.
While George and Mason were busy stripping Brenda's clothes, I went to get my digital camera.
I really like this little machine, which can be easily connected to the computer and can print out the photos I just took in no time.
I handed the camera to Mason, told him how to operate it, and then took off all my clothes and walked to Brenda.
I don't want to hide anything, I'm going to let Brenda and her bastard husband know what I did to her.
So, I pushed my hard cock against the holes of Brenda, smiling at the camera, and asked George to take a photo.
Then I took dozens of photos of George and Mason, and of course, their big dicks were inserted into the places they were most interested in.
When I took pictures of them, I only let Brenda's face remain clearly on the photo, and deliberately avoided the faces of George and Mason.
Brenda was in a semi-coma due to drinking too much, but her eyes were still wide open to the camera, looking like she knew what she was doing with the two men.
After filming the various positions I needed, I said: OK, guys, now you can plug in and play casually.
When George heard what I said, he immediately inserted his thick black cock into Brenda's vagina and started thrusting hard.
I walked into the bathroom, took out the sniffing salt from the first aid medicine box, and returned to the bedroom.
At this time, the bedroom was filled with the sound of water from George's powerful thrusting into Brenda's vagina and the sound of slapping from the collision of the body.
I handed the sniffing salt to Mason and told him to prepare and put the sniffing salt under Brenda's nose when I put the camera in place.
The stimulation of sniffing salt made Brenda wake up immediately. She stared at George who was struggling to rape her. I immediately took this shot.
Over the next time that night, I kept taking a lot of photos from all angles, in which Mason and George raped Brenda in various ways and positions.
They poured all the cum into her mouth, vagina and anus (she had never allowed me to have anal sex with her before and was unwilling to swallow my cum), and forced her to swallow all the cum that was shot into her mouth.
During the whole process, she was half-spoken and sometimes forced, but in the photos, what people saw was that she seemed to enjoy the whole process very much.
I took several photos of Mason and George intertwining her vagina and anus at the same time, and the special parts of their intercourse were taken very clearly.
After taking the photos I needed, I threw the camera and joined the rape war on the bed.
I knelt in front of Brenda's head, grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth hard.
Brenda looked at my face with drunken eyes, as if trying to recall who the man who was fucking her mouth was.
I looked at her with a smile and said: That's right, you bastard, your big cock was sucked by you before, but now it's a little different.You never let me cum in your mouth before, but tonight I want you to taste the taste of my semen for the first time.
After thrusting in Brenda's mouth for a few minutes, I poured semen into her throat. Then, I continued to block her mouth with my penis, allowing her to struggle, whimper, and choke, and forced her to swallow all the semen.
Then, I pulled my half-soft cock out of her mouth and applied a little semen that was stained onto her face.
I took the camera again and took a picture of her face with semen flowing.
OK, guys, it's time to send her home.If you still want to fuck her, then do it again, but hurry up and dress her and take her home.
George and Mason each had Brenda again, and I took a lot of photos during this period.
Then, I handed the sniffing salt to Mason again and asked George to stuff his cock into Brenda's mouth.
When Mason opened the capsule of sniffing salt and placed it under Brenda's nose, the stimulating smell made the ignorant woman stare at George and the big black cock stuffed into her mouth. I took the opportunity to take a picture of her expression.
Such photos are really great and will give her husband a heavy blow.
A person like her husband is definitely a racist. Once you see his wife holding a big black cock in her mouth and staring at the owner of the black cock with affectionate feelings, the feeling in her heart is conceivable.
When all this was done, I threw Brenda's clothes to them and said: Get dressed up quickly and send her home, George.If you still want to fuck her in the car, don't get the seat dirty.
Mason and George dressed her and took her out of the room.
They did fuck her again in the car, then put her in the aisle in front of her house and rang the doorbell for her.
As they drove away, they watched Brenda stand at the door of her house in a daze, dirty semen flowing down her thighs.
On Monday, I sent those photos a express delivery to Brenda's husband's office.
Three days later, just as George and I were lifting the engine out of my Ford for repair, a BMW drove into the driveway in front of my house and stopped, and Brenda and a man walked out of the car.
I've never met the man in person, but I've seen his picture and learned that it was Brenda's husband.
I think he probably wants to have a good talk with me.
So I grabbed a rag and wiped the oil on my hands, and said to George: If he is here to find fault, George, don't get involved.I owe him a lot, he is not the one who hurts me.
Walking out of the garage, I stood in front of the man (I deliberately ignored Brenda) and said: Is there anything to serve?
He seemed a little nervous, stammered for a moment and said: Actually, I just want to talk to your boss.
I almost burst into laughter.
It seems that my relationship with George has confused this man.
George is my best friend. When it comes to our relationship, you can tell by just looking at the music we both like.
I like classical music and often buy season tickets to listen to symphony.
George didn't like classical music, he liked opera, but on his birthday, I gave him a set of symphony season tickets as a birthday gift.
In order to listen to the symphony, I also bought a luxury car to match the symphony style, but I usually drive a stylish little truck.
Anyway, when I go to listen to symphony, George always acts as my driver and sends me to the concert hall.
And when he went to listen to the opera, I drove for him again.
Of course, it was impossible for Brenda's husband to know about our relationship, so when he said he wanted to talk to my boss, I pointed to the garage and asked him: Are you talking about George?Or Mason?
That's the black man.
Well, George is not my boss, he is just my driver, my bodyguard, and he is also my dishwasher when I cook.Of course, I also use his dishwasher when he cooks.But after all, George is my friend, why do you want to talk to him?
Well, that's some private issues.
That won't work, he is working for me now.If you have to take up my time to chat with him, then tell me what you want to talk to him.Otherwise, tell me your address and let him find you in the future.
He seemed a little hesitant, and Brenda, who was so anxious that he couldn't help but say first: My God Ah, Blaine, just say Ah directly.He decided and initiated everything. No matter what you say, it won’t scare him. Just tell me quickly.
Blaine hesitated and still didn't speak, so Brenda had to say it himself: Mike, your little tricks don't work anymore.Because his biggest sexual fantasy is watching me have sex with other men, especially with black men, but I always refuse his request to help him realize his sexual fantasy.Now, you help him get a start to this matter, and it doesn't make any sense for me to reject him.He now wondered if George would rape me again in front of him.
I turned my head and looked at Boolean and asked: Is that true?
Boolean nodded silently.
I looked back at Brenda, then turned back to see Brenda, then waved my hand towards the garage, signaling Brenda to go in, but let Brenda stay where he was.
Sorry, your plan didn't work, Mike.Oh, by the way, it was really crazy when he saw those photos.But he was not crazy about being angry, but was upset because he failed to watch it on the spot.I think you have to think of other ways to take revenge on me.
I shrugged my shoulders and said: I have already thought about it.
Oh, what have you thought about?
It's just a little personal satisfaction, which can eliminate the hatred in my heart and relieve the depression in my heart.
Oh, then what exactly is it?
What it is doesn't matter anymore, Brenda.
As I said that, I walked towards the garage.
When George saw me in the garage, he asked: What do you think of his idea, Mike?
It's not my business, George, it's a matter between you and their couple.
George grinned and said with a smile: Oh, no, my baby, we are a team Ah.All of this requires you and I to agree at the same time.
I said to Blaine: Your wife is difficult to deal with.I still remember her saying to me: It's useless to behave in bed, Mike.
Blaine laughed and said: When people say they are crazy about something, it is not necessarily true.After we got married, she said more than once that she wanted to go back and live with you again, but you never answered her phone.I really have to thank you for the things you did.
15 minutes later, in the bedroom where I called the fortress of revenge, George and I raped Brenda violently, while Bourne sat on the side and watched.
After a while, I got up and sat on the bed, letting Brenda suck my cock while George continued to fuck behind her.
Just before Brenda took my penis in her mouth, she looked up into my eyes and said: Sorry, I never swallowed your cum while we were living together.That day I found that I liked the smell of semen, so today I want to eat your semen.
The waiter came over and filled her glass with wine again.
Below the table, she felt a hand stroking her thigh.
Things seem to be wrong, but what exactly is wrong?
She closed her eyes and thought as much as she could.
She needs to see some people, she needs to talk to them.
The hand was still stroking her thighs.
She shook her head hard, trying to figure out her situation.
The room started to spin, and everything moving was like a slow motion replay in the movie.
She tried hard to get up, but fell on someone again.
She felt her jacket being put on her shoulders, she felt herself being pulled through the room, sitting in a car, someone began to stroke her body, she felt a few hands rubbing her breasts and nipples, and a few fingers playing with her pussy, which felt so comfortable.
A tongue penetrated into her mouth like a small snake, shuttled and stirred between her lips and teeth. She felt that she should respond, so she put her tongue into the other person's mouth.
She felt her hand be placed on something, looked down and saw her holding a thick, hard cock in her hand.
She felt a hand holding her wrist, causing her hand to move the penis up and down.
The tongue continued to stir in her mouth, wrapping around her tongue from time to time.
She felt really strange, as if she didn't have the strength to resist or accept what was happening to her.
The fingers inserted into her vagina and the tongue stretched into her mouth stimulated her whole body as if soaked in a hot tide, making her blood rush and her sexual desire excited.
She lowered her head and glanced at the penis she held in her hand, wondering why she wanted to hold it and why she had to move it.
Now, she seems to have walked into a house.
Is it her home?
No, she thinks it shouldn't.
The lights in the room were turned on and she saw the bed.
Good Ah!
I really want to have a good rest!
This is what I need most at the moment!
She staggered towards the bed and fell on the bed.She felt something poking her ass and then she knew nothing.
********************
When I saw her in the corner of the room, I couldn't believe my eyes.
I haven't heard from her for 5 years. I thought my hatred for her was buried deep in my heart and would not move anymore. However, from the glance I saw her, the anger continued to swell in my heart.
My eyes moved around the room with her figure, and I found her steps a little strange, and then I immediately realized that she was drunk.
A sinful thought arose in my mind, and I turned my head to my companion and said: Hello, Mason, can you do me a big favor?
No problem Ah, Mike, say it, what's the matter?
Have you seen the woman over there?It was the woman in a silver evening dress.She's drunk, but I want you to go over and give her a few more drinks.When she is so drunk that she can't figure out who she is and where she is, we can do whatever we want to do to her.
I watched Mason walk towards that woman, the woman who was my wife 5 years ago, prayed silently in my heart, and sincerely prayed from the bottom of my heart that Mason could succeed according to my ideas.
If things go smoothly as I expected, then this woman will be completely destroyed by me at this time tomorrow.
I still remember this woman fresh, so it seemed as if it happened yesterday.
On the day 5 years ago, I came home from get off work and saw Brenda packing her luggage and preparing to run away from home.
The night before, we had a big fight, for family trivia and because we were really short of money at that time, but I never thought things would get so bad.
I asked her where she was going and she said she would never want to live with me again.
You're a complete loser, Mike.You are a man with no future and will be worse in the future.In life, you are also a very uninteresting person, and your performance in bed is useless.I can't see any reason to continue living with you.
Brenda said angrily.
Divorce made me lose everything I had. In the year after the divorce, I got drunk almost every day and couldn't extricate myself from my painful emotions.
That year, Brenda got married again, and her new husband was a guy who was quite prestigious in both business and social circles.
During that year, my best friend George decided to help me get out of my depression and pain, and he pushed me back to my normal life, influenced me with his thoughts, forced me to quit drinking, and cheer up the courage to live.
Finally, with the help of my friends, I regained the courage to live and accidentally got what Brenda once dreamed of.
It's very ironic. I don't know what luck is here, but I actually won a lottery prize of 17.6 million US dollars. Maybe Brenda would be surprised to read the news of her ex-husband's winning in the newspaper?
Needless to say, the huge changes in my life, many things that were once impossible to get can now be easily obtained.
But, in my mind, the most I wanted was to make Brenda pay the price for her abandonment of me, and now the opportunity has finally come.
I watched Mason carry Brenda into the back seat of my limousine and sat in the front seat with George.
After the vehicle started, Mason started playing with Brenda's nipples through her clothes, while thrusting his fingers into her pussy.
As he kissed her tongue while pressing her hand on his penis, my penis was so excited that my penis swelled up, and I watched with great joy as my plan came true step by step.
I turned my head and said to George who was driving: Do you want to try this woman, George?
George smiled and replied: I must think of Ah, sir, of course I will.
I smiled and immediately thought, what would Brenda's husband look on his petite, fair wife if he saw George's majestic black coal-like body pressing against his petite, fair wife?
The car drove to my doorstep and George helped Mason lift Brenda into the upstairs bedroom and put it on the bed.
I asked two men to strip her clothes naked, except for her Manolo high heels worth $600.
While George and Mason were busy stripping Brenda's clothes, I went to get my digital camera.
I really like this little machine, which can be easily connected to the computer and can print out the photos I just took in no time.
I handed the camera to Mason, told him how to operate it, and then took off all my clothes and walked to Brenda.
I don't want to hide anything, I'm going to let Brenda and her bastard husband know what I did to her.
So, I pushed my hard cock against the holes of Brenda, smiling at the camera, and asked George to take a photo.
Then I took dozens of photos of George and Mason, and of course, their big dicks were inserted into the places they were most interested in.
When I took pictures of them, I only let Brenda's face remain clearly on the photo, and deliberately avoided the faces of George and Mason.
Brenda was in a semi-coma due to drinking too much, but her eyes were still wide open to the camera, looking like she knew what she was doing with the two men.
After filming the various positions I needed, I said: OK, guys, now you can plug in and play casually.
When George heard what I said, he immediately inserted his thick black cock into Brenda's vagina and started thrusting hard.
I walked into the bathroom, took out the sniffing salt from the first aid medicine box, and returned to the bedroom.
At this time, the bedroom was filled with the sound of water from George's powerful thrusting into Brenda's vagina and the sound of slapping from the collision of the body.
I handed the sniffing salt to Mason and told him to prepare and put the sniffing salt under Brenda's nose when I put the camera in place.
The stimulation of sniffing salt made Brenda wake up immediately. She stared at George who was struggling to rape her. I immediately took this shot.
Over the next time that night, I kept taking a lot of photos from all angles, in which Mason and George raped Brenda in various ways and positions.
They poured all the cum into her mouth, vagina and anus (she had never allowed me to have anal sex with her before and was unwilling to swallow my cum), and forced her to swallow all the cum that was shot into her mouth.
During the whole process, she was half-spoken and sometimes forced, but in the photos, what people saw was that she seemed to enjoy the whole process very much.
I took several photos of Mason and George intertwining her vagina and anus at the same time, and the special parts of their intercourse were taken very clearly.
After taking the photos I needed, I threw the camera and joined the rape war on the bed.
I knelt in front of Brenda's head, grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth hard.
Brenda looked at my face with drunken eyes, as if trying to recall who the man who was fucking her mouth was.
I looked at her with a smile and said: That's right, you bastard, your big cock was sucked by you before, but now it's a little different.You never let me cum in your mouth before, but tonight I want you to taste the taste of my semen for the first time.
After thrusting in Brenda's mouth for a few minutes, I poured semen into her throat. Then, I continued to block her mouth with my penis, allowing her to struggle, whimper, and choke, and forced her to swallow all the semen.
Then, I pulled my half-soft cock out of her mouth and applied a little semen that was stained onto her face.
I took the camera again and took a picture of her face with semen flowing.
OK, guys, it's time to send her home.If you still want to fuck her, then do it again, but hurry up and dress her and take her home.
George and Mason each had Brenda again, and I took a lot of photos during this period.
Then, I handed the sniffing salt to Mason again and asked George to stuff his cock into Brenda's mouth.
When Mason opened the capsule of sniffing salt and placed it under Brenda's nose, the stimulating smell made the ignorant woman stare at George and the big black cock stuffed into her mouth. I took the opportunity to take a picture of her expression.
Such photos are really great and will give her husband a heavy blow.
A person like her husband is definitely a racist. Once you see his wife holding a big black cock in her mouth and staring at the owner of the black cock with affectionate feelings, the feeling in her heart is conceivable.
When all this was done, I threw Brenda's clothes to them and said: Get dressed up quickly and send her home, George.If you still want to fuck her in the car, don't get the seat dirty.
Mason and George dressed her and took her out of the room.
They did fuck her again in the car, then put her in the aisle in front of her house and rang the doorbell for her.
As they drove away, they watched Brenda stand at the door of her house in a daze, dirty semen flowing down her thighs.
On Monday, I sent those photos a express delivery to Brenda's husband's office.
Three days later, just as George and I were lifting the engine out of my Ford for repair, a BMW drove into the driveway in front of my house and stopped, and Brenda and a man walked out of the car.
I've never met the man in person, but I've seen his picture and learned that it was Brenda's husband.
I think he probably wants to have a good talk with me.
So I grabbed a rag and wiped the oil on my hands, and said to George: If he is here to find fault, George, don't get involved.I owe him a lot, he is not the one who hurts me.
Walking out of the garage, I stood in front of the man (I deliberately ignored Brenda) and said: Is there anything to serve?
He seemed a little nervous, stammered for a moment and said: Actually, I just want to talk to your boss.
I almost burst into laughter.
It seems that my relationship with George has confused this man.
George is my best friend. When it comes to our relationship, you can tell by just looking at the music we both like.
I like classical music and often buy season tickets to listen to symphony.
George didn't like classical music, he liked opera, but on his birthday, I gave him a set of symphony season tickets as a birthday gift.
In order to listen to the symphony, I also bought a luxury car to match the symphony style, but I usually drive a stylish little truck.
Anyway, when I go to listen to symphony, George always acts as my driver and sends me to the concert hall.
And when he went to listen to the opera, I drove for him again.
Of course, it was impossible for Brenda's husband to know about our relationship, so when he said he wanted to talk to my boss, I pointed to the garage and asked him: Are you talking about George?Or Mason?
That's the black man.
Well, George is not my boss, he is just my driver, my bodyguard, and he is also my dishwasher when I cook.Of course, I also use his dishwasher when he cooks.But after all, George is my friend, why do you want to talk to him?
Well, that's some private issues.
That won't work, he is working for me now.If you have to take up my time to chat with him, then tell me what you want to talk to him.Otherwise, tell me your address and let him find you in the future.
He seemed a little hesitant, and Brenda, who was so anxious that he couldn't help but say first: My God Ah, Blaine, just say Ah directly.He decided and initiated everything. No matter what you say, it won’t scare him. Just tell me quickly.
Blaine hesitated and still didn't speak, so Brenda had to say it himself: Mike, your little tricks don't work anymore.Because his biggest sexual fantasy is watching me have sex with other men, especially with black men, but I always refuse his request to help him realize his sexual fantasy.Now, you help him get a start to this matter, and it doesn't make any sense for me to reject him.He now wondered if George would rape me again in front of him.
I turned my head and looked at Boolean and asked: Is that true?
Boolean nodded silently.
I looked back at Brenda, then turned back to see Brenda, then waved my hand towards the garage, signaling Brenda to go in, but let Brenda stay where he was.
Sorry, your plan didn't work, Mike.Oh, by the way, it was really crazy when he saw those photos.But he was not crazy about being angry, but was upset because he failed to watch it on the spot.I think you have to think of other ways to take revenge on me.
I shrugged my shoulders and said: I have already thought about it.
Oh, what have you thought about?
It's just a little personal satisfaction, which can eliminate the hatred in my heart and relieve the depression in my heart.
Oh, then what exactly is it?
What it is doesn't matter anymore, Brenda.
As I said that, I walked towards the garage.
When George saw me in the garage, he asked: What do you think of his idea, Mike?
It's not my business, George, it's a matter between you and their couple.
George grinned and said with a smile: Oh, no, my baby, we are a team Ah.All of this requires you and I to agree at the same time.
I said to Blaine: Your wife is difficult to deal with.I still remember her saying to me: It's useless to behave in bed, Mike.
Blaine laughed and said: When people say they are crazy about something, it is not necessarily true.After we got married, she said more than once that she wanted to go back and live with you again, but you never answered her phone.I really have to thank you for the things you did.
15 minutes later, in the bedroom where I called the fortress of revenge, George and I raped Brenda violently, while Bourne sat on the side and watched.
After a while, I got up and sat on the bed, letting Brenda suck my cock while George continued to fuck behind her.
Just before Brenda took my penis in her mouth, she looked up into my eyes and said: Sorry, I never swallowed your cum while we were living together.That day I found that I liked the smell of semen, so today I want to eat your semen.
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