This man lapped at my pussy until I was crying hard, begging him to let me cum. By the time he let me, the orgasm had built up to me aggressively squirting in his face. And his nasty ass loved it. He told me he wished that he had a bucket so he could collect it and pour it over himself. What nasty mothafucka would say something like that? Him. Only him. That was just the beginning of what he had in store for me. While I was handcuffed, he straddled my chest, and fucked my face, grabbing a fist full of my hair. He popped his dick out of my mouth, and spit. In. My. Mouth. What? In my head, I was
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