"Um, just, you know," I stammered, " ... just ... Well ... you keep calling me Grasshopper, and I still don't understand why, and it got kind of old."...Bugs Bunny's backhanded flattery, it seems, had gone right out the window the moment I opened my mouth.Miller's cheeks and ears reddened and his grin became a scowl. "I'll call you whatever I want to. And let me tell you what's getting old, Grasshopper," he hissed. He leaned down until our noses were almost touching. "What's getting old is all. Then she went to work on her face, removing all of theminor scars that had come over her from a brief period of acne when shewas younger. She always had to hide these scars with makeup but now shecould just remove them. For that matter she was able to imagine that herface had a deeper skin tone, looking sharp and flawless, as if she hadcome out of an expensive beauty parlor, and amazingly it did. She rubbedher checks expecting makeup to rub off, but nothing happened. It was apermanent look.Next. The vulva parted anddrooled, and a long pink tongue lolled out of themouth-opening and probed lasciviously out and around.I squatted over the thing’s head, straddling it. TheTangerine’s tongue stretched up toward my vagina likea charmed snake. Gingerly, I lowered myself down ontoit. It was pure heaven.The tongue was soft and warm and wet and squirmy, andconstantly in motion. It seemed to be driven by anonboard intelligence, some kind of cunnilingusalgorithm cooked up by a roomful of. Lie down here, I want to ride on your cock. I hope it’s hot and hard to satisfy my pussy.Abhishek: It will be its honour to slip inside your hot pussy, my mistress. I had been cleaning it thoroughly since it penetrated that ugly ass skank’s loose cunt.Abhishek lied down on the ground with his hard cock sticking out like an arrow. I decided to taste his cock, so I rested my ass cheeks on his face.Me: Let me taste your cock first. Till then, I want you to worship my tight ass. Do it properly or.