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The little wenchas if she had all day, all night, and planned to finish theht there Then, they’d knohere she here she’d been Of course there was the greed aspect, too Da head

Grant grunted as she took hi as the reedily found his place there, pushing the weight of his head to the back of her throat, willing her to give hiht he’d won the affection he desired, she used her hand to pureet the other dick awaiting its turn

Blake smiled down on her as his penis disappeared between her lips She slid her tongue up and down his shaft, whipping around his dick like his engorged cock was better than a hot slice of sugary temptation The way she worked herself around Blake’s body nearly took Grant to the floor

Blake staggered as if he were inebriated He watched her through glassy eyes as he obviously enjoyed the blow job she delivered, the special attention to detail as she traced the veins in his shaft, fingered his balls and then released hiue across the sain

If Morgan didn’t allow Grant a turn soon, good old Blake was certain to lose his balance, not to ht to contain After all, Grant was a man who knehat their submissive wo, the one thing certain to bring him to a quick release Blake, if his hooded eyes told his story, was about to see a sudden finish

Morgan redirected her focus again While she gave Blake a slow stroke with her fingers crawling up and down his dick, she tickled Grant’s sac, tracing the miniscule veins in his scrotum

“You gonna look at it, or try it out for taste and size?” Grant asked

“Patience, Sir,” she taunted hi the skin at the base of his dick

A hot dose of scorching arousal shot to the tip of his dick “Fuck! Morgan!” he exclai to hold back, keep his release a few minutes away

She winked, grinned, and then kissed Grant’s tip Once again, her direction changed This time, she left Grant to hump at thin air

Blake guided her, rubbing his penis over the texture of her lips “Morgan always liked my dick in her cheek”

“I wouldn’t get too cocky if I were you tboys,” she said, pecking Blake’s rip she’d secured around each of their penises, she rose to her feet “If this is about et to choose when I’ht?”

Grant and Blake looked at one another “That depends,” Grant said

“On what, Sir?” she asked, her eyes downcast