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than the last, and splattered Charlotte’s cheeks completely, her lips now invisible for the cum, which ran down profusely as she said it would, slowly seeping down her cleavage and creating a glossy layer of cum all over her breasts. Another squirt, exactly as the last, doing similar splashings: Charlotte’s face completely splattered, now, and she opened her lips just a little, the cock just underneath them. She poked out her tongue and caught some of the cum as it splurged out, licking away the cum from her lower lip, flashing its wet redness momently before it was coated in more cum. The cock began to slow up, and squirted a few more, smaller loads of thick, milky semen before stopping completely. The lieutenant stood up to admire his handiwork. Charlotte lay, smiling gleefully, beneath him, her translucent, wet features glistening in the moonlight. She raised a hand and spread out the cum more evenly on her face and breasts, licking the globs between her fingers afterwards. “Mm!” she exclaimed; “it tastes very good!” And promptly licked her lips, exposing their redness once again. She sat up, and rested upon her knees, looking up at the beaming Lieutenant, her face glossy and smiling and completely covered in thick white creaminess. She looked at his cock, still hard, throbbing, and covered in cum. She smiled, and then quickly put it in her mouth. “Oooh” sighed the lieutenant, gazing down at her as she sucked hard on the cock, and after a few minutes he began to ejaculate again, the thick loads this time going unseen down Charlotte’s greedy throat.

Ellen and I met Damon nearly a year ago and he has been an integral part of our family ever since. At twenty eight years old, he is more than ten years younger than either my wife or myself. He is a good looking man, standing over six feet with a fairly muscular body and short black hair. But his eyes ayes are what you notice when you first see him; large, dark and piercing oracles that seem to captivate and hold you. The pupils are almost black and give his whole demeanour a sense of power and control. He is a mysterious character and, despite the fact that we see him regularly, we still know very little about his background or where he is from. He just seemed to appear in our lives one day. I remember the day we met him well enough. Both Ellen and I are a fairly shy couple, or at least we were, and accepted the invitation to a friends party with mixed feelings. It was a Saturday night, and even before we knocked on the door of our friends house we could hear the noise of the music from the street. Even though we were on time (Ellen hates to be late for anything), the gathering was already in full swing. Thirty of forty people, mostly in couples, were dancing in the large lounge with more guests


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