“You dirty slut!” Kristina moaned. Indian sex Antsy’s words echoed in my head and the memory of her pussy lingered on my lips as she unleashed a flood of her dirty urine into my mouth. “Suck them, slut!” Diane commanded. Is it that girl you brought to the club last week?”
I nodded my head. I was an object to satisfy her perverse desire. I held onto her for dear life as her hips rose off the couch as her entire body spasmed in pleasure. And I…I’ve come to care for you. You’re a wonderful, exciting woman and I just don’t feel like forcing you to anything, even if you enjoyed it. I was there. “Really?” I asked. “Now let’s go, I’m starved.”
“Sure,” she smiled then it was her turn to kiss me. “No. They were friends, which kind of concerned me. A piss drinking freak. “My future sister-in-law, well, she mind-controlled you.
