“Oh, Mr. Scone,” she groaned, writhing beneath his ministrations.He released her breast and slid his hand down her belly, to her soft pubic hair. ...he bucked under him, gasping with shock. He slipped his finger into her wetness and probed. He released her nipple and brought a wet finger up to his nose, sniffing her sweet scent, then popped his finger into his mouth, tasting her. Sharon watched him with wide eyes.“Sweet,” he said. “I need more”He pulled her away from the wall and half dragged her. She was on her hands and knees on the bed and each time I whipped her back arch back and her sweet sweating red ass would come closer to the belt and me begging for more.Then I forcefully took her ankle and flipped her on to her front and she fell hard on her back. I went for her navel and licked her salty belly button and bit her extra belly fat kissing it and covering it in my spit as an apology but once she smiled I forced her legs apart in mid-air to form a V shape. Then I proceeded to whip. I never really thought she would be the type of girl who love getting ass licked, but she really was. I liked nothing better than the feeling of having a girl squirm and buckle while I used my tongue to do her; this was making my cock want to explode.“I need you in me.” She told me.Before her sentence had even ended I was peeling off my boxer-briefs and bringing the head of my long cock toward the opening of her now drenched with spit and pussy juice slit. She brought her hand down to direct my. I felt so stupid as he passed the mirror to me. ‘Go on whore take a good look’ Dreading with I was going to see I looked into the mirror. My eyes were puffy from where I had been crying, my lips bruised and swollen from my skull fucking. But I barely noticed. All I could see were the words adorning my face. ‘FAGGOT’ was printed in capital letters across my forehead and CUM WHORE adorned both my cheeks respectively. On my throat were the words Tom Fucked This. A single silent tear rolled down my.