1. The Ghost of Paris Chapter 12: Afternoon At the Park & Epilogue: The Pink-Haired Girl


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to pussy, Blowjob, Exhibitionism, Male / Females, Male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    my invisible cock. The toilet flushed. Silk rustled as Cheryl-Lynn pulled up her shorts. “This is wild,” she muttered, still listening to her phone. The stall door opened. I glanced back as Cheryl-Lynn walked into sight. She froze, blinking at her friend. I kept fucking Tammy's sweet mouth. “Um?” Cheryl-Lynn asked. “Are you okay?” Tammy moaned around my pecker. “Are you choking?” Cheryl-Lynn rushed in, her hazel eyes full of concern. She bumped into me, driving my pecker back down her friend's throat. The brunette squealed in fear, eyes trembling as she reached out and touched my back. Then she turned, about to bolt. My hand snaked out, grabbing her by her frosted tips. She yelped as I yanked her back into the stall. She stumbled, and fell against me, her round tits pressing against me through the thin material of her tank top. “Help!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Oh, Lord, help!” I stopped fucking Tammy's face so I could reached out and stroked Cheryl-Lynn's cheek. “Ain't nothin' to be 'fraid of, sweetness,” I cooed. “Just relax your purtee, little head. I ain't gonna hurt you. Just gonna fuck you.” She still struggled in my grip, just not as hard as my finger traced down her neck and into the cleavage of her tank top. I pulled it down until her dark-brown nipple popped out. I stroked it; she hardened and sighed. My Pact affected her, and she stopped resisting. “See, sweetness, ain't that nice?” “I guess,” she mumbled. “Are you the Ghost?” “Sure as shit.” I ...
    pinched her nipple; her hazel eyes squeezed shut and a delicious moan escaped her lips. “Your slut friend's suckin' my pecker real nice. Ain't no reason we can't put your sweet lips to work. Get down on your knees and rim my ass.” Her tan cheeks darkened with a blush. “You mean I gotta...” “Get to lickin', sweetness.” “Oh, Lords,” she moaned, kneeling behind me. I could feel her trembling breath on my asscheeks. Her fingers were hesitant as she reached out, sliding around my body. I stopped fucking Tammy's mouth, letting the slut do all the work as her friend searched out my asshole. Her fingers brushed it, a tremble passed through me. “Here goes,” she muttered. Her tongue was wet as she rimmed my ass. Her face buried between my cheeks, and was silky smooth. Her licks were soft, then she swirled her tongue around in a circle. She moaned, and wiggled her tongue into me. “Hot damn!” I groaned. “You sluts are the best.” I enjoyed both of the sweet, young things' tongues on my body. Tammy had just the tip of my pecker between her lips, swirling her tongue around it, and sucking hard. The brunette pushed her tongue as deep as she could, then pulled it out and sucked. My balls tightened. “Gonna flood your sweet mouth. Don't swallow. Good girls share.” Her blue eyes looked up with understanding. Cheryl-Lynn's tongue shot back into me. My pecker erupted. Tammy gasped, her mouth filling up with my thick cum. I leaned against the stall wall, grunting as another large blast shot into her ...
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