69 Dripping Fantasies
I didn’t give a fuck that he was Jessie’s boyfriend, I loved it.
“I’m gonna write ‘slut’ on your forehead,” he said, pulling back just enough to grab the marker again. “Only a real slut can take this.” I nodded fast. He wrote it in big letters, then groaned, “Fuck, that turns me on.”
I was bouncing on the bench from the force of the cocks inside me. Cum was already dripping down my legs. I didn’t even care if Daniel was somewhere in the line anymore. I just loved this.
“I wanna spit in your mouth,” Sam said.