But her mom was right. Holding the cock, she forgot about the man it was attached to. Her eyes, her desires, her thinking and longing was only focus...d on this cock, this slab of black meat she only thought existed in porn.She was surprised to see the cock getting hard, closing the gap between it and her face. Then she saw that her hands had begun stroking it and her mouth was watering like she had a juicy piece of steak approaching her lips. Her lips opened and consumed not a piece of. As he eased her to the floor beside the wet bar, he quickly checked her pulse and breathing. No, she seemed fine; she had simply passed out from the intensity of her release. As he rose back to his feet he stared down at the half nude woman sleeping quietly before him, his own hot seed was oozing from between her red ravaged cunt lips.Greg reached over and scribbled a note on one of the napkins on the wet bar, and then dropped the pen beside it. Picking up his discarded jeans, he redressed and. "Would you like to wear tights?" she asked. I said no,I was fine just wearing the leotard and tutu. Before she had me put onthe tutu, she picked up the pink panty and bra set I'd picked out of herlingerie collection to fashion for her. I was wearing only the leotardas she handed me her pink panty. I slid it up my leg, turning just a bitso I could see the image on the mirror. It really was a pretty undie.She told me that if I did this when I was trying on the panties in myroom, I could have just. And you screamThe instant that tender lips are met by the wet touch of a tongue, licking, teasing at your entrance, your body arches against your bonds, and your eyes though covered pops open with the darkness. You moisture now flows freely, coaxed into a rivulet by the probing tongue. It pushes at them, teasing them open and they obeyYou moan and rock your body, thrashing against your bonds...why?why won’t it go deeper, your lips open in welcome yet the tongue chooses to graze the outsides,.