“Make me cum, goddess! XXX There is a tattoo parlor on 3rd and E St, yes?”
“Uhh, yeah, Spider Monkey Tattoo and Piercing.”
My Goddess’s smile was pleased and eager. My cock stayed hard; Darleen kept riding me. “Oh, yeah!” Rhonda-May purred. Their hands would find each other’s small breasts, pinching nipples, squeezing pliant flesh. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too long. Then a fourth finger was shoved in; Whitney gasped, looking with wide-eyed amazement over her shoulder. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too long. To be continued… “He is ready, Goddess,” French-Braids purred. These days there always seemed like some new designer drug—like spice or bath salts—on the streets causing all sorts of problems. I couldn’t last, not drowning in Whitney’s pussy and my Goddess’s young cunt tight about my cock. Her panties were blue, and the crotch was soaked through with her excitement.
