He’d be able to bring just a bit more pressure to bear, although they weren’t as sharp. “Mr. xxx “I thought I was gonna pop, at the worst possible moment during the climax of the ceremony, right on the Equinox, to the second, I swear. She sensed the bulk of him, but could smell nothing; it was definitely Baxter, that uber-clean son of a bitch. “You call that a fucking?” she shouted in anger and lust for something more. Finally his jizz volume began to subside. He leaned down to her, his eyes obscured by long, frizzy black hair now plastered wetly all over his head, and kissed her passionately. With moans of desire and pleasure they began sucking on her nipples, and massaging her tits with their hands. The two women’s hot, lusty tongues
