She has a talented tongue when she's inclined to use it, but she's a lot better at receiving than giving. My vibrator would have been better, but its ...attery was flat. My bad. I don't mean to damn with faint praise, but overall, it was no better than nice.Afterwards, we lay together with our arms around each other and enjoyed some prolonged, sensual kissing. I must be fair. Mummy is a great kisser. Better than that, she even fondled my breast a little, kissed my nipple, sucked it into her mouth. I feel her getting even hotter down there, and then, wondrously, my fingers become suddenly slippery, as her excitement grows. I allow my fingers to dip between the folds, and hunt for the entrance to her vagina. It's hard to find though, small and at the wrong angle, so I ask her to roll onto her back.She's too far gone now to do anything but comply, and rolls towards me, draping a leg over my waist, obscenely exposing herself. I prop myself up on one elbow and take a good look at her spread. He moved his hand to her sex and gathered some of her liquid in his fingertips and smelled and licked it off. Seeing him do this with her honey made her even wetter.‘ You taste so sweet, like candy.’He then grabbed his cock and pushed the head of his length inside her wet slit, feeling how tight she is feeling her muscles grip him harder. She moaned so loudly as he pushed inside her, feeling a hard cock go deeper and deeper, all while begging for more. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. I changed my name to forget him. I changed my name to mark a new era in my life. The era in which no man could have my heart. I was a man-eater. I stayed in that same little apartment where all my memories lay. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I suppose part of me wanted to remember, so that my reasons for tearing apart my men would be justified. Whatever reason it was, I used that apartment and my bed to exact my revenge against all males dumb enough to be drawn in and.