“To the new president,” she repeated. They each took a big gulp from their bottles. This time, Loretta didn’t gag, or recoil from the taste, sh... simply drank it down, eagerly.As they drank their second bottles, they talked about a lot of different things—anything but politics. They discussed their classes, they dreamed about what they were going to do after they graduated, and they chatted about guys. They’d had dozens of late-night conversations like this over the years, and ever since they. She long believed their previously mild temperments were proof of having overcome her wicked youth. Now that wickedness had found her once again, as lustful boys who had emerged from her womb.They leaned her away from the wall, using her back twisted arms. Each bone creaked painfully within her shoulder sockets. The pain was steady but not as sharp or intense as her whipping. She almost welcomed it for taking her attention away from the fire in her rear.Robert reached for the buttons in front. If only every girl was that easy.“Come on.” That was all I said to her as I started walking around the corner of the house, and she followed without question. I had the head cheerleader on a leash.She stood against the wall and I leaned in close, whispering in her ear, “Tell me what you want.”Goose bumps covered her skin as she felt my warm breath on her cheek, but I still didn’t touch her. I was waiting.“Tell me what you want.”“I want…” she started, but couldn’t finish.I wanted more than. That guy was even thicker and bigger than my beloved husbands.I gave his head a couple of swirls from my tongue and heard him moaning. . His hand pulled me down a bit harder and my mouth took his meat in slowly. I kept his cock wet with my mouth and moved it progressively deeper with each stroke I gave him. I heard his breath intensify. The thick veins on his cock throbbed in my mouth and I felt every twitch from him on my tongue as I finally let him to fuck my throat…The guy bucked his hips.