“Is this your cum?” she said, and licked it off. “It’s so salty!” she exclaimed. I started to explain that guys cum didn’t usually taste g...od but she cut me off. “I like it,” she said. “I want more.” I started to wonder if there really was a god after all, because someone with clout obviously liked me. She put more of my throbbing member into her mouth, and the warmth of it made me shutter. I felt the tiniest graze of teeth and quickly told her about how NOT to do that. She took my advice well. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and desire. I continued to look into her eyes as I started to drive my cock back into her wet pussy again. We were lost in each other and it was the greatest feeling in the world. But I wanted more, I wanted to please her and I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to her to think about me and want me when she left. I wanted to turn her into a dirty little cock craving slut, my cock craving slut. I want to give her something she would never get over. I picked up the. His lips touched her shoulders and down between her breasts. His tongue circled her left one making smaller tracks until her hard nipple was between his lips. Brad did the same to her right breastHe kissed his way down her flat stomach, rising and falling with her increased breathing. His chin rubbed against her hip bones then lower to her pussy mound. He admired the beauty of her pussy, swollen butterfly lips anticipating their first lover.Brad’s fingers separated her lips, her flesh. One second they were laughing, the next they were staring at each other, uncomfortable, wondering what to say next, both of them a little nervous."Is... is she here?" Laura asked innocently, though she knew Joy was not there or she would have seen her long ago.Carmela shook her head. "Joy's dad made her go down and spend a few days with her mother in San Jose. She had to get special permission from school and everything. I think he had to fly out of the country and didn't want her here alone.