“Ok, that's it, ladies! I need to f**k,” he announced as he pushed us off him. “You first, Shakira.” He gave us our instructions.
He wanted Shakira to go down on me again while he nailed her from the back. This isn't what I wanted.
I had planned to demonstrate my grit by reciprocating Shakira's earlier p***y eating. Plus, I was ready for some d**k. I let it go.
I knew I was winning even though I wasn't exactly sure when I started playing this sick outdo the other chic game.
“I'm gonna make this sweet little p***y c*m this time,” she declared as she sank her tongue in me.
“Sweet, little p***y?” I repeated. That was at least the second time she called my p***y little. “Sweet it is, Shakira. You can ask Dustin that. He might also tell you it's not little. It's just tight. That word mig
