His cum smelled of eggs, beer, and something rank, like milk gone bad. XXNX My initial idea of just holding out for a few hours or even all through the night went out the window. I rubbed his belly. Mac looked up, a bit guilty and licked his lips. Mac’s head was on my skirt, he was looking up at me… what’s tingling down there… was it sweat rolling down my thighs? “Mac, sit!”. He made me feel safe. I turned my head and looked at Kong… his head was so high above me that I could only see the underside of his head… but I could see that majestic cock, more clear liquid running down the 2-foot shaft in thick drops… I turned my head the other way and saw Gandhi, staring at me… he was too far away to reach, but I really wanted
