”“I think most women like to be treated like a slut,” he laughed, “at least the women l know do.” He pushed he head down forcing her face ag...inst his groin, “You’re my special slut,” he laughed.Heather broke away from him, quickly sitting astride him then moving up so that her cunt was above his mouth. “And you’re my cunt eater,” she giggled as she lowered herself onto his mouth, feeling him nibbling at her clitoris, his tongue searching inside her cunt, licking out the spunk he had placed in. Phyllisheld a grotesque mask by its ill-kempt hair in one hand and a rubber bulb inthe other. Phyllis laughed until she lost her breath, her petite, fine-featured headsurmounting the large, ridiculously muscled torso. She coughed and gasped tocatch her breath. Her paroxysms did not conceal her beautiful cheekbones, whichwere the envy of her friends. "I laughed so hard, Margo, I'd have pee'din my pants, if I'd have laughed any harder!" she admitted, shaking herneat pixie hair cut free of the odd. She worshipped secretly the man of the cloth. He had loomed in his cassock, often in her recent fantasies.Erica’s body was shaped by her training regime, her diet, regular gym workouts and mental preparation. She would always savour and have the female lifelong love affair with her gorgeous pleated genitalia and her pussy would always crave fat fast indecently deep cock. Still the men who gave her backdoor attention would reap the most sexual rewards. Her sex life was and would remain forever. I tried to keep my eye on the road, but I could not help but look at him. Everything about him was making me horny. Actually touching his cock was one thing, but seeing the expression on his face was priceless. He rotated from a peaceful look to a look of complete pleasure, followed with some eye closing and low moaning. But I also looked over to make sure that he was not uncomfortable with what I was doing, and by the looks on his face, I could tell he was not. As I moved his foreskin up and.