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Fiona’s hot sweaty fuckfestThis story is about the young woman sprayed by my cum in ‘fresh sperm cells for beauty’. I have identified her name! She is called Fiona, still dont know her location.Fiona having come home for a third day in a row unhappy with her boss slammed the door shut and threw her jacket on the floor. “Not in the mood!” She said, her tongue unusually glistening with saliva and her eyes seeming shifty. I told her no problem, and explained I completely understood. She briskly grasped a coffee mug beside me on the counter, her bare arm rubbing tenderly with mine for a brief second. Wow. Despite being obviously tired and worn, her golden skin was so radiant and soft. I caught a hot erection pulse and my dick throbbed, luckily not becoming erect. “I’m going to be watching TV, then I’m hitting the sack. I told her sure. After all she was stressed. Hmmm. If only I could do something to ease her a little. But she said no sex. Crap. Anyway bahis siteleri canlı I went to make a sandwich and cuddle with her. Tomato..check. Jalepeno..check. Chicken..check. I made the sandwich and threw myself on the couch….. deliberatly rubbing my thigh with hers. ‘Ah’ she angellically squealed, her socked toes scrunching up. The corners of her mouth appeared to turn up, yet I got a ‘What are you doing? Dummy”. I tried to turn a blind eye but just couldn’t. Did she sound…..seduced? I sighed then figured there was only one way to find out. Turn up the fucking heat. I knew I had her. If I could execute my charm well enough, I could do it. This could be the day. I could fuck Fiona. My penis slowly straightening out I leaned DIRECTLY across her face to grab the Daily Mail. Although, no contact was made I could feel the precum already dampening my boxers. Whoops. Bad move. “Really?!” She snapped. “You just did that? I was planning canlı bahis on putting my hands on someone and that’s it!” Boy I was in for it. “You heard me when I said I was going to HIT the sack?” Flustered, I replied yes. To which her eyes changed. And the mood instantly changed right there and then when she replied, “I meant yours””Ghhhggggarghhggg” She took her mouth off, saliva running down the shaft of my dick and down my balls. Panting and sweaty, I clawed her hair and thrust my penis down her throat, her joyous squeals and groans making me now understand her wet tongue from earlier. I rubbed my dick across her teeth and gums while massaging the back of her head. Fiona was giving me the sloppiest, wildest oral sex I had ever recieved. With every lick and suck, I could feel my balls filling with cum which she was massaging with her slender hands. I entered b**st mode and threw her across the couch, ripping open her Prada leggings, spreading bahis siteleri open her ass and pumping her butt with vicious thrusts. Not a single hair anywhere on this girl, she had it all. She clung onto the cushions as my dick proceeded to put her ass to sleep. One hour, yes one hour of continued anal, I flipped her around, this time ripping off her cardigan and entered her pussy. She peeled off her socks and hooked her legs and bare feet above and over my back as I gave her the fucking of a lifetime. All I could smell was the fragrance, Ae ve Faux she used on her body which i was now deep in. She sat up and massaged my balls, her lips tightly sealing the tip of my dick as she began to bob up and down, deepthroating me once more. “Your so biii” she tried exclaiming as my penis reached her tonsils and entered her windpipe. She was gagging alright. After 2 hours of nonstop oral, she braced herself as I shot my seeds all over her pretty face. Her mascara was ruined, her red lipstick had been dissolved by my cum and boy did I pump her ass. She gingerly sat down, wiping her face with a towel. “Owww. Dickhead,” she smiled as she playfully tapped my penis which she had brutally been assfucked by.
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