Treat me like the whore I am. Make me your fuckslut, your personal cockwhore! Punish me with that cock... I'm a lying, cheating, whore, so treat me li...e it!"I looked at Carol as if she was my grandmother saying those things to me! This was a side of Carol White I had never seen before! But it stood to reason once I thought about it for a second. She wasn't getting what she needed at home and with me, she knew she could drop all the pretenses and "good girl" crap–she was already cheating on her. She had almost come, even in such a short time. The feeling of the cock sliding up and down between her asscheeks while he played with her clit had been indescribable. She had felt it slither across her asshole just once in the short time, but even that had been enough for her to want him to push it inside, to bugger her. She had never had anal sex, never been interested, but in that moment, she had wanted it, needed it.The train slowed as it took a curve, and Mary knew, this was the final. You throw red rose petals over the top of the shower into the water with me. I look up to see where they are coming from, and more and more petals are flowing over the top and my feet are covered in red roses. You open the shower door and join me in the pleasure..you need not say a word – – the touch of your kiss says it all. You are such a romantic, so much into passion, always doing crazy little things to excite me. The roses did more than that.you remembered that they are my favorite and. Thomas dug in, shoving his lips and that tongue as well deep into her pussy and enjoying the fruits of his labor and better yet, her pussy’s juices as he dug into her affectionately. It was turning her on in a big, big way. Before she knew it her ass was up off the couch. Before she knew it she was moaning and crying out for so much more. He kept at it. He licked and he licked and he licked her out more and more. She was coming and she had come madly too. Life for her was excellent. She had.