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Take my jizz.” Melissa felt a hot sensation deep in her belly as Brad’s cum started to spurt from his cock like a fire hose on full blast. After three or four long spurts, he started to slowly stroke his cock back and forth inside her clinging pussy. He laid her down on the rock and his prick popped loose. He rocked forward on his knees, clenching his buttocks as a last few spurts of jizz exited, landing on Melissa’s pussy mound and lower stomach. Lorraine moved like a cat indian and was soon on all fours, her tongue licking up the cum cream from Melissa’s skin. Jizz was leaking from her cunt and Lorraine’s tongue lapped up all it could. group sex Melissa’s pussy was still quivering and Lorraine’s tongue bath was preventing her from coming down from her orgasmic mountain. Brad stood up, his cock slowly drooping to at-ease state. Lorraine was in a state of highly charged arousal but she knew it was time to return to the beach. As Brad slipped on his swim trunks, she picked up her bikini top and bottom and her cover up. Brad then knelt next to Melissa and put his hand on her cheek. “Melissa, why don’t you rest, maybe take a swim. We’ll see you back at the beach.” It seemed like she laid there for hours but it was only a few minutes. Her encounter with her boss and his wife had scrambled her circuitry. I reached up with one hand and began kneading one of indian Tina's breasts. I loved it. He had had sex! I let out a long sigh. “No, nothing.” I replied, picking up my bag. group sex You are my toy. “I do things how they should be done.” “You're just that pathetic of a fighter,” I said, putting mocking derision into my voice. I then had my father reinsert his cock. She had skills, even rivaling that of Ms Dyers. Olive oil is a pretty good moisturizer. It felt so funny on my clit and cunny and I giggled and giggled. “Careful throwing stones in whore houses, Brianna.” I smirked back.