Ken snorted a lot of fentanyl and overdosed. But it seemed strange to me. Porn sex It reminded me of that tantric yoga meditation chant, the ‘omm’ syllable. I think I would have preferred to skip any drama that might have arisen between the two of them. Ken looked admiringly at her hips and ass in that position. “Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh.” Marie let out more long sighs. Squeeze my cock! Ken and Marie continued their foreplay with some oral sex. I’m getting there. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” And another one, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Another breath, and another moan. “Help me carry Kenny to the bathroom.” We carried Ken to the bathroom and put him in the tub. Oh yeah! He had been taking fentanyl during the concert we went to. I had my weed. There were more sweat beads on her neck, shoulders, breasts, and stomach. Ken is taller than Marie so he needs more space. I wondered if someone was being attacked outside the motel. Ooooohhhhhh.”
At the times Ken was on the quieter side, and I could hear Marie making gargling, gurgling sounds. Well, thank you.” Ken was quite sheepish when he answered Marie.
