I looked in the mirror once more, took the pills, and headed toward the bar. Milf sex The groom came in my pussy after a minute and was replaced by another groomsman, the crowd booing his poor performance. Why?” I responded in shock. The men roared their approval, and more men got naked, and the line for my pussy grew longer. I walked home from the hotel Sunday afternoon, and it was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. I dragged myself to the kitchen and made some tea, but my jaw was so sore I could barely drink it. The men changed my position every few guys, and I had three cocks in me all night. “Martin, I can’t wear this out there,” I protested. I paid the bartender, bouncers, and manager five hundred dollars each to buy their silence. “Yeah, I wouldn’t get my hopes up on that one,” I replied skeptically.
