Pleasure crossed his face. The living room of my house, and Ryan’s, were decked with GoPro cameras, each recording the events. It was time to model. I groaned with each blast of cum. She had a blotchy face, a skin condition that left pale patches staining her cheek and neck. The slut wants to make sure I cum.”
“Good,” I panted. “You have the bestest cum. Share with your wives.”
My back arched at the pleasure flooding through me. “Come out, Alice,” Frank said, his voice stern. As Janet slipped to her knees to pull of my panties, I knew we would have one wild time. “The slut’s not going to fuck herself.”
“Alice,” he groaned, his dick so hard. Twice I had to use the RFID chips to hunt one down who had been lured off by a man that realized just how gullible they were.
