Create an account for this portal or Login! Account Configuration Blog setup Private Messages. Charlette gasped and panted as she swallowed another chunk of log. Shit is smeared all around her but the toilet appears relatively empty. Charlette's mother's footsteps approach. The toilet lid opens.
Her golden water was as hot and bitter as ever, but during her time off she had apparently been practicing her bladder control. This small girl looked into my eyes passively while delivering staggering amounts of fluid under very high pressure into my mouth, bypassing my tongue entirely, just blasting the back of my throat raw with the force of it. I wondered who she was practicing on to develop this control when I wasn't around. After slaking my thirst, she turned around and spread her full asscheeks for me to worship her. I kissed all over her crack while zeroing in on her dark brown pucker. Musky sweat and a day's worth of oils and funk covered my tongue and nose as I polished her.
Another tiring live performance. These performances always took a lot out of Jennifer. Dancing and running across the stage for this amount of time was always exhausting.
If you're not into that stuff, you probably won't enjoy this story very much. PS: Do you prefer men? I've got a genderswapped version of this story uploaded!