One of those goth type girls, the tattoo a provocation rather than an invitation. To actually do the deed, well you just didn’t, you couldn’t. By ...he look of her she’d probably crush your nuts if you took the words seriously.The men never took it as the invitation it was. Well, once, it had happened once, and she’d craved the thrill ever since. Perhaps she could make him understand. It wouldn’t be difficult. He could see she was looking at him, just as he was looking at her, in the reflection. . . keep in mind, not seeing or expecting what I will be doing . . . will become very exciting to you shortly.” Listening to his words, I was thrilled . . . but kept silent. He pulled out a black blindfold and attached it to the back of my head. Then I could feel him slowly begin to unbutton my thin top from the bottom. I suddenly remembered I had elected not to wear a bra, but what he was doing was “way sexy” as button after button was undone. I had no choice but to sense what he was doing. Victor suggested I could wait for him at bed, since he was coming back home late.I was in the mood for wild sex that night and I could not wait for my hubby.So, I lubed up my favorite huge black dildo and played with it on my pussy lips, until I shoved the tip up my horny wet cunt. I came three times before feeling my cunt sore but fully satisfied. So, I dropped my nicely pussy juice coated toy to the floor and started to pass out on the bed, sensing my body absolutely relaxed…I was still. Carlo however had moved and was lying down a few feet away licking his cock clean as I started to jerk off. After a few strokes I was close to orgasm when I suddenly noticed the large pool of Carlo’s semen on the wooden flooring and I literally couldn’t stop myself from going down on all fours like a dog and starting to lap up his discharged semen. The taste and aroma of dog cum in mouth immediately brought back arousing memories of that night a couple of nights earlier and, using my tongue, I.