She had such pretty ears, with such sensitive back edges. "Miss me?" she asked as she finished the fifth waffle. "I missed you." She covered the sixth...with syrup and dug in. He combed his fingers through her hair, feeling the chewing muscles move every time his fingers passed over her temples. "I could take a quick shower," she continued. "I took enough of them the past two weeks." Let me have the peasant this afternoon," he answered. "You know that what you really want is to wallow in a tub.. Taking some initiative, I pushed her against the wall and pulled her shirt over her head. Between kisses, Makayla was able to breathe out ‘Bedroom. Where?’ I pointed to a door on the opposite wall, and she grabbed my hand and made a run for it. Throwing the door open, she took a few steps, then jumped on the bed, landing on her back. Her gracefulness was quite beautiful. As was the image in front of me. There she was, laying on my bed, legs spread and arms flailed out to her sides, her breasts. I knew he would want it often, and I wanted to suck him more. I loved being put on my knees, like my mom, feeling submissive, being used for some man's pleasure. I loved how shocked he looked that I ate his cum, which I had seen mom do a hundred times and didn't think it was special, but was glad Juan did. Overall, I loved feeling used for pleasure, letting myself get fooled, getting used, feeling like a whore. I wondered if that's what mom felt. I looked up videos of mom sucking sucking, and. Just the thought of dressing made and kept me hard! Like in high school I'd dance around in the front of a mirror, jerking off to how hot I looked. But unlike in High School, I was now a card carrying cock sucker. So I'd put on all my lingere, stockings, etc. put my wig inside my shirt and go to the bookstores, get in a booth, pump in the tokens, strip off my shirt and jeans, put on the wig and present myself to the guys peeking through the glory holes.As just a guy I had never had much.