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Open your throat slut

... through my brain when I felt a pair of hands squeezing my ass. "I like Longfellow, too," a voice breathed into my ear. "And that's not all." The hands moved from my ass to my hips and spun me around. It was the young lesbian. The scent of coffee drifted up from her red lips. "Want a taste of my poetry?" she asked. I nodded. She planted her lips on mine. Her tongue slipped inside my mouth and touched my soft flesh unlike any man ever had. I kissed back. Our tongues probed and licked like newborn kittens discovering the milk bowl for the first time. Her hands slipped back to my ass. I followed her lead. We squeezed each other's asses and pressed our faces together harder. "Ahem." It was Jake standing at the counter with a cappuccino in his hand. "Would you like cream with that?" he asked. There was no mistaking what he really meant. "Fuck yes!" I yelled. Jake ran to the door and turned the sign around, so "closed" faced the street. He pulled the shade on the window. "On your fuckin' knees, lesbos," he said. Jake pulled down his coffee-stained pants and boxers. His dick stood straight out and pulsed with anticipation. This was no illusion. His cock was real, not imaginary. It was a dream come true. Jake poked his cock in my direction. I started to take off my glasses. "Leave 'em on," he said. "Those cat eye frames are fuckin' hot." My lips wrapped around the head of Jake's dick. I slid slowly down the shaft. He moaned as my head pulled back. I took more of his cock on the ...

... second and third strokes. By the fourth stroke, his rod was poking my tonsils. I didn't think I could take anymore. "Open your throat, bitch," Jake said. Jake grabbed the back of my head and f***ed me to take his whole dick. He grabbed a handful of hair from the top of my head and started fucking my face. The lesbian lay on the ground behind me and slid her face between my legs under my dress. She licked the left thigh, then the right. She grabbed my panties by the side and pulled. They tore off like paper. The young lesbian's tongue found its way pussy. She teased my clit, then rammed two fingers inside me. My legs trembled. My eyes rolled back. I screamed as loud as anyone could with a dick in her mouth. It felt like a volcano was erupting inside me. I'd never cum that hard in my life. Jake pulled his cock out of my mouth. The lesbian gave my clit one last whack with my tongue and slid out from under me. Consumed with ecstasy, I fell to the floor. "Oh no," Jake said. "We ain't done with you yet. Amanda, strip her naked. Except for her shoes. I want to fuck her with her combat boots on." Amanda, the lesbian, helped me to my feet. She looked in my eyes and licked her lips. Her face was still shimmering with my pussy juice. "Wanna taste?" Amanda asked. I nodded. Our lips rushed toward each other. My tongue dove into her mouth, then licked her chin. I'd never tasted my own pussy before. I'd never tasted anyone's pussy. But I liked it. When there was no more cum on her face, Amanda ...