Shanice the English slut
...and soon he was grunting and groaning in that corner while I pulled and tugged at his cock, all the while he was trying to push my hand away. It didn't work.
"Do it, love. Shoot your lot!" I said.
And sure enough. He did.
Right into his knickers.
He groaned in defeat, and I wiped my hand off on the back of his Ed Hardy shirt, kissed him on the cheek and walked away.
And the only company his cock had that night was the little snot oyster that was tucked next to it, that did NOT go up the cunny of that virgin that he was going to try to seduce.
Sometimes being a slut is a service to the community.
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