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The penis filling her mouth emptied itself down her throat and retreated, only to be replaced with George's slim cock. A corner of Grace's mind noted the distinctive mole on his amateur hairless groin as she sucked his stiff erection between her lips and tasted herself on him. More people must indian have joined the cheating crowd, because Grace felt warm liquid spattering on her back and ass even as they coaxed another orgasm from her and a fresh load of semen overflowed her saturated pussy. The next intruder quenched itself in her well-used snatch before withdrawing and pressing against her anus. Grace would have tensed if she hadn't been in total sensory overload, but her rosebud opened to accept the rigid weapon and she felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. A tongue began lapping at her clit, and the redhead bucked helplessly again. Grace's universe contracted; there was no exercise room, no onlookers -- not even any men. Only the unchecked desire of her wanton body existed, along with the fleshy appendages that teased and penetrated her. Of them all, the penis in her mouth seemed curiously resistant to the redhead's charms. It remained unyieldingly rigid and teased her with the taste of precum that leaked from its tip, but George failed to give her his seed. Hazily, Grace quailed at the thought word might get out that she'd blown him but been inadequate, and redoubled her oral efforts. George was trembling, leading Grace to believe she was about to be rewarded for her efforts, when he surprised her and stepped back, pulling his twitching cock out of her mouth. "That was... harder... than it looked," he gasped apologetically to the trainer standing beside him with a hand on the swimmer's arm. "I can do it," Jeni volunteered, moving to take his place. Her face glistened with moisture and cum was leaking from the pussy suddenly staring Grace in the face. Grace turned her face away, unenthusiastic about licking another girl, and found herself looking right at a trio of spectators watching them -- watching her -- from just beyond the circle of trainers. The woman from that morning was there, a clipboard held at her side, with the same unrevealing expression on her face. Two equally well-dressed gentlemen bracketed her; one studied the redhead with pursed lips while the other jotted something on his iPad. Jeni moved closer, almost rubbing her snatch against Grace's face, but the spell was broken. All Grace could think of was that she'd let so many men fuck her that she'd lost count, right in the middle of the workout room, and gotten off so many times that she must be the biggest slut in the universe. Even as she considered the idea in appalled fascination, her hips continued to rotate for the benefit of her latest guest, who was churning the mixed loads of semen clogging her pussy with his well-proportioned manhood. "I think that is enough exercise for one day," Gunter decided. Just that quickly, the men released her and Grace collapsed to her hands and knees, feeling like she'd just run a marathon. A final few spurts of jism landed on her lower back. "Wow, Grace, you really got into the zone," Jeni said, offering the redhead a hand up. "Really," agreed George, still apparently unconscious of his erection and the thin bead of precum drooling from it. "I got tired, just watching you!" Grace staggered to her feet, swaying momentarily, and wondered exactly what time it was. All of the other students already were gone; the three mysterious observers were just exiting, followed by the trainers and coaches. From time to time, Vicki even let Papa Bear eat her porridge, too. She returned to the two men who had been admiring the view of her ass and gave her husband a firm kiss on the lips. The quaking, churning ecstasy of my cheating depths rose with the melting of my mind, and the will to remain myself. She starts to run, but I quickly overtake her and hit her in the back of the head with the broad indian side of my sword sending her sprawling. She showed me a questioning look, “Are you sure you don’t want a repeat?” Barb’s hands immediately reached back behind Tim’s thighs and grabbed his ass as she leaned in to place her face close to his dick. "What is the appeal? Ronja struggled with the urge to check how money it was, but she did not want her dad see her too worried about money. His cock is sorta limp and laying all floppy on his stomach. Before him, Katherine Sharp stood in the doorway, bare feet on amateur cold tile.