SQUIRTING THE BEST COMPILATION 2

John was intrigued, no-one had even asked if this was a fantasy or fetish before and as far as he could tell the woman was a woman. He messaged her back and the two quickly went from talking to each other on the website to arranging a meeting. She lived only twenty five miles away from John and the best thing was that she was drop dead outdoor gorgeous, supermodel standard. Seeing how John did not drive Katya offered to come to him and meet in a coffee shop of Johns choosing, she would be bringing her campervan and would need somewhere that had a good height clearance. John was waiting in the coffee shop for Katya to arrive. There were a few people there, mostly the odd single women and men that hugged their cups of tea or coffee like they were hugging an invisible partner, sad loners. There was another single older guy sitting sipping a cup of tea, his face looked familiar to John but he could not remember where he knew him from. After a few minutes a very attractive woman, about the same age as the man stepped into the coffee shop. Behind her was a man in about his early twenties that looked the most handsome Natural tits of bastards John had ever seen, the kind of guy all the young women of the area would no doubt be drooling over, and just as he thought it so John could see all the young waitresses drooling over him. ‘I know them now’ thought John, ‘they are the miracle couple. Adam and Eve the undying, or some bullshit like that’ he thought as he watched the sloppy puppy look in their eyes as they greeted each other. The thought of a ‘lovey dovey’ relationship like theirs had once interested John but now it just made him sick to look at the over the top show of affection, ‘get a fucking room’ he shouted in his thoughts as he turned his head away. Katya turned up ten minutes late, her campervan was still too big for the coffee house car park she told close up him as she took a seat. If it had been one of his former dates on one of the former dating sites John may well have told her ‘never mind’ and walked out. But this was Katya dead end girl, a knockout brunette who just happened to have the same sordid sexual desire for cannibalism as he did, and she wasn’t shy in admitting that she would bite his cock off if given the chance. They drank some tea and coffee, and John drank in her body. Her hair was sleek and shining clean, shoulder length and straight. Her eyes were like pools of molten gold, he could lose himself in those for a year if he wasn’t careful. Her face was as smooth as chocolate, teen ‘and maybe it would even taste like it’ thought John as he gazed at her beauty. A slim size ten, maybe twelve body complimented her six foot height, tits the size of cantaloupe melons filled her shirt, perky not flat. Her thighs and legs had just as much appeal to John as he reminisced on what they had looked like. They talked for neigh on two hours there in the coffee shop. Most of information about each other they had already talked about on the website and this was just the formalities of greeting each other. Katya spoke of her homeland back in Eastern Europe and of her struggle to become an American citizen, the plight of her nation and the influence of the Soviet Union on their culture. During one of their conversations online when Katya had been speaking of her home life and of the things the Russians had left them orgasm she had mentioned a very rare and very effective drug, a drug that could render all of your pain receptors null and void yet still allow you to experience everything as normal. He asked about the drug. “You said online that you could get a wonder drug that will take away all of your pain and yet dull none of your senses, is that a real drug or just a strong kind of painkiller that you get from a doctor” asked John. He had once broken three of his toes and the doctor had prescribed him five painkillers that were strong enough to dull any pain, yet they dulled every other feeling as well. “Not at all. I told her that I could start that need to be Tuesday, which threw her a bit. “Your grandfather trained you well.” Edgar doesn’t know about my perverted feelings. “I need to pee.” She swirls her tongue around the bulbous head. Nothing. As she walked away I couldn't help but glance at her tiny little but. Already, my daughter's hands went to the buttons of her blouse. Therefore there is no DNA and none of you saw the man's face when he took you or released you.” “I do not know what makes any of you think I am the serial rapist that has never been reported.” Vickie stated. “You mistake me, daughter.” I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her broken virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it Natural tits had been evacuated. The music was unfamiliar to me, but it was loud and had a strong, swaying beat. It is only right that I allow you to have your own. I teased it on her lower lip, then sucked that lip right into my mouth and let my tongue have it. He just stared at me for a few seconds until he said with a lot of confidence, Zane was not disappointed. She kept her ass plastered to the rock and let him do the work. Once you hang out with Jennifer more, your opinion of yourself will change.” I say leaning in and giving her a small kiss before heading to fold and hang the dark load. I examined every little feature of the envelope. She hadn’t bothered to wipe herself off at all when she had finished peeing and all the little droplets that were still stuck to her pussy had immediately been absorbed into her panties as soon as she pulled them back up. “If you're not talent, then why are you wearing these porn star panties, huh?” I shuddered and groaned. She slid her finger up and down her gash, teen spreading her pussy lips open, gathered some juice, and then smeared it up and over her cunt lips and clit. I walk over and clear their table. I slid over her bunched-up skirt and found her shaved pubic mound. "I do believe it was," he answered in his head, trying his best to conceal his grin. “You know…” She started, grinning, unable to help herself, as pleasure rolled up and down her spine, “Any hope of your escape is dashed.” After a good meal we went to orgasm the same motel and to the same room. She had apparently been with women close up mostly or entirely and her cock sucking was amateur. “Pound me.” She moaned. What had happened last night was sort of confusing and she needed to analyze it. "Well?" She moaned aloud in a quick orgasm, in a husky whisper said, “I am coming. It’s the same feeling one gets when the girl you outdoor met at the bar invites you in after you walked her home; when your crush asks whether you brought condoms; when your girlfriend texts you she is home alone.