"I'd been with boys I liked before who didn't have a clue, so this is what I told him:"Instead of eating me, Bri, watch, I want to put my cunt right i... your face and rub one off...then you can see me come. And when we fuck, I won't be so uptight about it." So I put my puss right his face. He was jacking off while I did what girls do, rubbing my clit, fingering myself, and wiggling my ass around, saying all kinds of crazy sex stuff. I hadn't had any luck coming from riding cocks. I wanted to see. Juggs. Melons. Tanks. Ta-ta’s. Hooters. Whatever your euphemism of choice is, if it’s on a girl’s chest and has a nipple on the end, I love it. Big, small, pointy, round, heavy . . . I don’t care. In your mind, picture the perfect set of breasts. Who they’re attached to probably has something to do with your age. For some, they probably belong to Marilyn Monroe or Jayne Mansfield. For others, maybe Selma Hayek or Jessica Alba. For me, my first loves were Erin Grey (aka Colonel Wilma Deering). "Darling, you should never release your seed in a succubus's cunt. It gives her control over you."She looked back at George and gave him a wicked smile. She waggled the lovely peach of her ass."I probably should have mentioned that earlier," she said.Yeah, thanks for the warning, George thought sourly."Now come and fuck me." That voice again, jerking his body around on sugar-sweet puppet strings.Before he was even aware, George was kneeling behind the lush swell of her behind with a hand. She said that she was in awe of how fearless mydancing was. Loren, I can't dance." I can't either," I said. "Oh God." But Sophia was extra happy. She said that her birthday present was thebest she ever had and that she will never forget it. She also hopes thatI'll feel less lonely in the future." I didn't - did I have a birthday present for her?" You fucked her, Loren." No! The last thing I remember was talking about art stuff and - " You got stupid wasted, walked back to her place, and she.