Death by eating: local cum whore dies of heart attack

Sexy babeYou’ve got me bent over the table your face buried between my fat ass cheeks. You always know how to take good care of my dirty little ass and my tight, wet, cute little pussy. You know just how to please me and the puddle of squirt that you left behind is proof enough. I’m weak at the knees but you refuse to stop, slippering and slopping up every drop of my sweet juices. You love to “punish me with multiple orgasms. It wouldn’t be a punishment had we stopped an hour ago, but now I’ve cum too many times to count and it’s getting painful. Every single muscle in my body is sore from being used over and over again. The muscles in my core feeling like they themselves have been fucked into submission. “Please daddy, please can I be done?!” I say through labored harsh breathing. I am hopping for some sympathy, but no such luck! I feel the buildup start as you suck and lick my clit focusing on the hood, which you know is my Achilles’ heel. I release again; I am now cumming almost instantly as my clit is so sensitive. Its double its size and it pulsates with pleasure. You catch my squirt in your mouth. You waste no time and stand, ripping my hair back, as you spit my essence into my mouth. This isn’t the first time I have a belly full of me! You seem satisfied with my performance and without a word you shove your cock deep in my pussy. It’s so wet it glides in as if was made for you. You pound me hard as my juicy pussy squeezes your cock just right. “Yes bitch! Cum on this dick! I want to feel your cum dripping off my balls!” You order as you pound my cunt hard and fast. I’m see stars as this point. Should I tap out? I can see the headlines now “Death by eating: local cum whore dies of heart attack after her partner fucked her for hours!” Well, that’s really not a bad way to go, and I’m not a quitter so, fuck on, baby fuck on!

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