It’s almost like talking to my brother Charlie.He always makes me feel good.You hacked into their computers and phones?Taking a spray bottle of Abigail's favorite perfume; I sprayed some lightly on her arms, legs, abdomen and neck.I asked.My little cunny was on fire.I Granny Sex pull out and rub her clit furiously to keep the sensation going.Lastly there was Arianna, a gorgeous Latina.You push yourself up a little and stare into my eyes.I thought that she could be my sister. I overheard the other men placing bets over whomever managed to put a baby in you, you know, Sven piped up after railing the ragdoll swede on his upside-down jackhammer of a cock he was using to prompt Brigitte to reconsider her calling in life.Brigitte did know; she heard it all the while being on the receiving end of a shotgun-blast of baby-making. Through a faceful of her matted tawny hair, she nodded and hoped Sven would get the message. She didn’t want to stop moaning in order to say anything. I think I’m about to throw my hat in the ring. Brigitte gulped. It didn’t do much to quell the rising tide of cum splurting from the swollen of Sven’s cock he had Granny Sex lodged up against her cervix. A panging throb emanated from the dong crammed up inside of her to signal the forthcoming gush of gunk flooding up into Brigitte’s womb. Brigitte, meanwhile, was tumbling heels-over-head down the rabbit hole of pleasure as she served as Sven’s catch-all cumdumpster for whatever potent deposit he had for her sperm bank. Her mouth was locked open, her fists twisted and clenched, and her hips were gently bucking along with each pulse of the meatpole she was spiked on.Mercifully, Brigitte felt herself craned up into the air once again and slowly be lifted off from around the head of the double-foot inseminator before it fully softened. Shaky footing found the mat, sticky as it was, and the worn-out gladiator clung to the top ring rope to steady herself. How are you feeling, Ms. Lindholm? I suppose this makes us even, no? approached Sven, resting a hand on the shoulder of the woman he made more than a respectable attempt at impregnating. Y– yeah, it does..