This was clear, warm liquid pushing out of my cock, and Narges started shaking violently when she felt it bathing her clit. Hard. On my foreskin. 48 and it felt like it. And her hair. I rammed Narges harder… trying not to cum while I watched my girlfriend violate this little Muslim teen. We both looked at the phone Cat was holding up to us. for you, my good…”
Cat’s face told me that this word was not for me…
“…my good little cumslut…”
A nod of approval and her tongue licked all around my cock. My cock twitched. “You are a bad man…”
“Are you a bad girl?”
“In honor of Catherine: Eleven…”
This took me by surprise. She was wearing one of my old shirts I had left somewhere on the pile of cushions and blankets next to the couch. I looked at her. I pressed down again. But I learned this really neat trick. Was I jealous? I could taste Narges’ lips even through the strong scent of Cat’s pee… our tongues touched, intertwined, she drank the piss from my mouth and I drank the piss from her mouth. She got the thirst spurt into her mouth and then Narges started squirting.
