Ghost. Porn This was definitely worth selling my soul for! I pulled out, my pecker still cumming, spraying her back and ass with invisible spunk as he reached Marybeth, his face ruddy with exertion. I can tell that you’re a natural oyster shucker!”
I wasn’t going to last much longer in Ursula’s tight clam; my balls were boiling over. All the Lionesses were backing away as their cheer captain was whirled about by the ‘ghost.’ Well, all of them except Marybeth. Fuck, I wanted to knock them all up. That’d mellow you right out, and I’d be more than happy to give you a helpin’ hand. My pecker felt rested, so I strode out into the girls, to Kelly. “Which girl?”
“We drew straws,” Latonya said, then her ebony skin somehow flushed darker than I thought possible, and her posture became less firm, less certain.
