The thought of tasting myself mingled with your sweet ambrosia seems forbidden but erotic. I lick and suck your cunt thoroughly, as would a mother cat...cleaning her kittens. For, after all, I am cleaning my Kitten. You sigh and moan appreciatively as my tongue soothes the tender membranes that my cock only minutes before had powerfully stretched and plundered. Although my licking has not had the goal of making you come yet again, I can tell that an orgasm is rising upon you. “Yes, yes, yes!” you. I certainly wasn't a small man, but next to him, I looked like a midget. I knew he had a record, but in all of my dealings with him, he had never screwed me over. I knew he was deathly afraid of Myrna for some reason, and he knew I would tell her if he ever treated me badly. When I got out of the truck he came over to me immediately."Hey Jon, why didn't you or Sarah call me when the trouble started? I would have been glad to set it all straight for her. Man, I can't believe I missed out on all. ”“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Spread your pussy wide so I can see everything.”“You’re a disgusting little monster.” She punched a fist against my mattress. “If you want to get your thrills, go ahead, but this is as far as I will go.”“Last chance, Mom.” I walked to my bookshelf that sat opposite the end of my bed. “I want you to open your legs, spread your pussy lips apart, and show me your wet, slutty vagina hole.”“I won’t.”I reached between a couple of tilted books on the top shelf. You make me stand over a chair with my tits over the top laying against the back. You pinch, poke, and slap my tits around smiling at my moaning. To make sure I'm enjoying myself you check my pussy and see that is sopping wet but you weren't surprise. You know what a pain slut and dirty whore I am. So, you pick it up a notch and slap my full titties hard and pinch my leaking nipples. It's not till I'm in tears and begging to be released. Instead you backhand me and force me on my knees. You’re.