Jewish princess type, you know. Wouldn't blow him on a bet. She used to, until the day after their first wedding anniversary, when she announced that ...he found sucking cock to be horribly disgusting, that the last two years she spent trying to get to like it, for his sake, but she just couldn't keep on doing it anymore because it always make her puke afterwards.He was tickled to death to hear that I like to be face fucked. He had always fantasized about fucking a mouth and he took to it like a. Blush was painted in like she was auditioning for the part of a French madam in a burlesque show. Eyeliner and mascara formed black outlines, thick around her eyes, which were framed with at least two inches of emerald green gemstone eye shadow. I winced a little, my wife always complained about the cost of that stuff. ‘Guess who decided she was old enough to get into my make-up kit?’ my wife demanded. I tried, with varying degrees of success to hide my smile, swallow any laughter, and. His morning breath wasn't that offensive. Besides he didn't try to kiss me. Well, he did, but not my mouth. My college boy sure did like to wallow his face in my pussy. Lucky me.After he revved up my motor with his lips and tongue - enough that I'd reached the point where I wanted my clit mauled, not just licked - he rose to his feet and demonstrated that the flavors and fragrances of an excited pussy eliminated morning breath as efficiently as toothpaste. While his kiss curled my toes and his. ” I stood up and straddled Bill I his chair, “Fuck him to sleep, fuck him awake, pick up after him …. She would be at his beck and call.”“You’ll help me find one?” Bill kissed me deeply and tugged at my nipple chain.“Yes, Sir.”“I could get used to this ‘Sir’ stuff.” He smiled and I unbuttoned his pants to lower myself onto his cock. I bounced and rolled onto his dick while he leaned back and watched me.Chef and the kitchen staff began clearing the table and washing my dildo. We didn’t even.