Ashley continued to cry as Mladic pulled his cock out of her ass and turned toward Brad. Brad lapped fervently, frantically at the outpouring of sweet-smelling fluids. No freaking way. That was incredible,” Lev sighed. Her hands gripped the headboard as wave after wave of pleasure swam through her, upended her, controlled her. Within a few minutes, she was gurgling and slurping, her lips wrapped tightly around his cock as it slammed toward the back of her throat. He mechanically resumed flicking his tongue along Ashley’s slit. Get busy!” Mladic ordered. “Good girl,” Mladic said. Then laughter boomed through the basement. Meanwhile, Mladic grabbed Brad by his short-cropped hair and pulled his face up from his girlfriend’s ass. He knows your pussy well, doesn’t he?”
As if to answer, her wordless moan went up an octave. He was like that – very deliberate, very careful about his preparations no matter the situation. Mladic had both hands on her ponytail now. His eyebrow arched. When I come back in the morning, I’ll just hose you off, good as new.”
Ashley
