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He made eye contact with Chelsea who was staring, transfixed at him while he pulled on his dick. “You want a closer look?” He asked since she was leaning so far forward that her hair was almost falling into the open flames. She nodded and slinked over to where he was sitting. She stood over him, looking down on him with his dick in his hand. Dennis looked up at her and saw her carefully spit a small glob of saliva a few feet above his dick. She had good aim and it landed on his fingers, a string of drool still dangled down from her mouth. She laughed as she wiped her mouth while Dennis rubbed her saliva over his cock while he jerked it. It felt so much better that Dennis was about to ask her to do it again when she reached a hand into her pink and green panties and swirled it around. When she pulled her hand out again it was wet and glistening in the afternoon sunlight. She used a few fingers from her other hand to scrape her pussy juices off her fingers and onto Dennis’ dick. He wasn’t sure whether it was straight pussy juice or if there was some pee mixed in, and he didn’t really care either. It felt incredibly slick and hentai he was feeling close to cumming again, this time he wasn’t planning on letting anything stop him from orgasming. His hand got quicker and he began to squirm as his body prepared itself. “You gonna cum?” Chelsea asked. Dennis nodded. “Stand up.” She whispered. He did so and she wrapped him in a tight embrace, careful to give his hand enough room to do what it needed to do. She kissed him, a long and wet kiss before she swiped her tongue into his mouth. Dennis was in euphoria when she broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “Cum in here.” into his mouth. He felt the waistband of her panties brush against the bottom of his dick. She had stretched them open for him, so he could cum on her pussy and in her panties while she was still wearing them. He held onto her shoulder with one hand to keep himself steady as his other hand completed the last few pumps he needed and then began to aim as his cum started to shoot out. The first few shots hit her directly in the belly and trickled down to get caught up in her small amount of pubic hair and run along the seams of her pussy. A few more drops landed directly in her panties which held them there as they seeped their way down and pooled where her pussy met the fabric. As the last few drops were shaken from his dick into her waiting panties she leaned up and kissed him again, releasing the waistband of her panties and moving her entire body right up close to his as she felt all his hot cum glazing her pussy. “Fuck.” Dennis whispered when they finally broke from the kiss. Chelsea was still holding onto his chest as he slipped his messy dick back into his damp boxers. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sticky warm cum she could feel oozing around her pussy. Her bare legs were chilly but the heat coming from her crotch might have been the hottest thing in the back yard, roaring fire included. “I have to pee again.” Chelsea said, pouting at Dennis. “Are you going to tackle me again, cause that could start hurting soon.” Dennis said smiling. My first maneuver was flicking my tongue against what was exposed of his head. Sorry about that.” She pushed on her phone’s screen and smiled hentai triumphantly. I had sat while Sheila seemed to be paused. I found her number—I had it for emergencies—and hit the call button. I reached back, my fingers slid into my hole. The same went for the feeling of chilled water flowing out the tube and into her stomach. Intelligence staff are known by only by code names, so although the woman has a real name, my sister has only ever referred to her commanding officer as “Red Duchess”. She turned around to smile at me, giving me a profile of her round breast. She shook her head, “No, not here in this life, in this life you can only look out for yourself.” Not so much." “No but I’d love to try it”. And now my peepee looks just like it used to, back when I was much younger. We hummed mutual tones of delight as our bodies writhed in the final motions of our lust, and then relaxed languidly in a heap of sweat and satisfaction. It was Christmas Eve, her mother was getting drunk on eggnog, laughing and teasing her current man friend, the second in the year. “Thank you Mother.” That you forgot the verbal compliance is incidental, I think. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Strange he thought this dying was a lot more peaceful than he thought it would be.