“Say it,” whispered Alyssa, her long-lashed gaze intent.
Shuddering, Brad tried to catch his breath. He looked imploringly from one beautiful tormentor to another. “It-it-it’s— It’s true!” he panted out at last to the short-haired fellatrix, squirming. The old woman c****d one eyebrow, seeming to smirk faintly at his plight. “God, how I love it all!” he confessed. “Watching her, hearing her, tasting her!” He shivered, imagining the evocative, intimate flavor of her, the feel of her fishy wet fur in his nose and the curdles of someone else’s c*m welling up into his hungry mouth as he slobbered devotedly at her used, bubbling, hairy pink flesh. Oh, to gorge himself contentedly upon that indescribably satisfying confection of hair and flesh and fluids, slobbering, gurgling, swallowing!
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