With my face pressed up against Emmanuel’s jeans and held tight there by his hands, there was no place petite for his growing cock to go but down my throat. I had tried deep-throating my dildo, but it had always gagged me. Maybe that was because it was too hard, or maybe I was pushing it in wrong, or maybe I just wasn’t ready. In any case, I didn’t gag as I felt Emmanuel’s prick slide past the back of my tongue. I drew my head back a little and he let me. His japanese prick slid up slightly on my tongue and I was able to grab a quick breath of air through my nose. Then he slid me back forward. With the help of his hands pulling on my head, I was able to once again slide his prick down my throat. I pulled back again and grabbed a breath and he once again pulled me forward. It didn’t take long for us to get in sync. I was pulling back and breathing, he was pulling forward and forcing his prick down my throat. This wasn’t a blow job, I was being face-fucked. As I tried to keep from suffocating, I could hear people hooting and jeering. “Look at that,” one female voice cried out. “She’s dripping on the floor like a slut in heat.” I was, and I knew it. I could hear Emmanuel starting to grunt loudly with each thrust into my face. Then I heard another woman call out, “Look at those ass cheeks quivering. She’s going to pop before he does.” That was enough to take me over the top. I lost amateur it and started ramming myself as hard thai as I could into Emmanuel’s crotch. He pulled out and spurted all over my face just as I screamed out in orgasm. “That don’t look like punishment,” one of the North Thirty called out. “She’s liking it.” “She won’t like it by the time we’re done with her,” Emmanuel said harshly. Then he called out “Next!” As the next man was stepping up, Emmanuel leaned down and said in a loud whisper, “You’d better give him as good a ride as you gave me or I will have the girls paddle your ass while you are doing it. I felt like saying, “Please do it,” but I figured I better concentrate on getting through everything that they had already planned for me. The next man’s cock was already half-stiff as he pulled it out of his jeans. I didn’t think I could survive ten face-fuckings, so I immediately pulled the tip of his shaft into my mouth and started tonguing it. He must have really been turned on watching me and Emmanuel because he popped in less than a minute. I swallowed some of it, but he pulled back and pumped most of it over my face. The next guy didn’t pop nearly as quickly. I had to practically lick all of his cock and balls before he even got really stiff. Then I had to suck and tongue and use my fingers to stroke his shaft for several minutes before he finally started spurting. I really tried to swallow it, but Emmanuel shouted out, “On her face!” and he pulled out and added to the heavy layer of goo already covering my face. The next guy didn’t even let me suck him. He just stood in front of me and jacked off until he spurted long, sticky streams of cum into my face and hair. I sort of lost track after that. From what Emmanuel said, there were supposed to be ten, but I thought that there were only eight after him. It was hard to tell because I had cum running into my eyes and I kept breathing it up into chinese my nose. It must have been ten, though, because Emmanuel shouted, “On your back, whore!” I rolled off of my knees and onto my back. She looks ready to bolt.” I knew he wanted me to take his cock out and relieve the pressure on his hot cock but I japanese wanted to have a quick lick first, I went down and kissed the head of his cock in my speedos and licked the stretchy fabric as it strained to hold him in. Hank saw at least three buttons fly off and the shirt open to reveal her white lace bra. I didn’t, however, stop pushing her head down. Eric’s panic was simply a bad trip. They were both male cops. She plans to amateur attend school as long as she can, and with her grades she could thai be talking about through her PHD and that would be for up to fifteen more years. Arguing forcefully with his guide, he turned to walk away, but as he moved past Haranga the tall, powerful chinese black man seized him by his right petite arm and the seat of his pants and pushed, then hurled him into the cool water. I thought good, I don't have to explain that to him. John opened the bathroom linen closet door, got a clean washcloth out of there, wet it under the bathroom faucet, and wrung it out. He cannot help himself.