"I progressed down to her pussy. Her pubic patch was full and fluffy and had a slight sour, yet enticing, scent to it. I stretched out my tongue and m...ck-licked her lips. I think she felt my heavy breathing on her sensitive hairs, as she was trying to stifle her gasps of enticement just then.Sensing her arousal, I decided to press my luck. "Can I touch you down there, momma?" I added in the momma, she would always melt when I called her that."Just a little, baby," she replied, a little rash.. .” Her moans grew more needy hearing him talk dirty to her. That was the other thing she loved about him. He was not afraid to be a sexual freak with her. She was his personal slut. And his girlfriend. A slut is fun in everyone’s bed, but a good girlfriend is only a slut in yours. “Then spread them. Open wide for daddy.” She nodded and without hesitation, opened her knees, exposing her dripping pussy, the juices now soaking the sheets. She leaned back slightly more than what she was, pushing. ” she replied with patience.“What is your will?” tomorrow would be ugly; I wasn’t in the mood to play guessing games.“I ask that you spare half.” the aging athletic brunette asked unreasonably.“Are you so certain that I will win?”“They have never seen a real Hero.”“And you have?”The memory of they encounter lit that sun freckled face. “I have. Would you spare half?”“I will consider it. If they keep pressing then I too will not stop.”“If they retreat, then is half acceptable?”I shrugged. “I’ll. " She turned her face to look up at me pleadingly, but saw the resolve in my eyes. Reluctantly she looked back at my cock and took it in her hand. She began stroking it and looking at it with revulsion, but I did not care. What she was doing to me felt really good, and what she was going to do would feel even better. Her hand continued to slowly pump me, electrifying me with each movement, with each stroke, with each pump of her hand. God! It felt so good. "Lick it." I said softly. "Just lick.