Charlie giggled as I pulled my shirt ovedr my head, then pulled off my boots, then my tight jeans. “What am I gonna do?,” I asked the trio, “shit, I can’t have my name in the paper for fucking a guy to death!!!”
“I got an idea,” the one called Surfer said. Milf sex I dreamed that Jack was alive and his cock was growing hard inside me. It was only Saturday morning!!! When Charlie pulled out, I turned around. “What am I gonna do?,” I asked the trio, “shit, I can’t have my name in the paper for fucking a guy to death!!!”
“I got an idea,” the one called Surfer said. As I cleaned the mess I made on the floor, Jack and Charlie undressed. Mother fucker had a heart attack!! Jack had just cummed in my mouth and Charlie had begun to fuck me harder and faster.
