“Fuck me! Fuck your favorite TV star. Your hard cock's all mine now. It's not that bitch's any more! It's mine! Alllll mine! Fuck me. FUCK ME!!!”H... was pounding and pounding me like a man demonically possessed. My filthy mouth was spurring him on with more and more excitement. Men love my dirty-talk. They all say I sound like such a nasty fucking whore. Once my hungry, carnivorous, pussy had satisfied her craving for fresh man-meat, I had to be very careful not to make him pop his load, not. Me breakfast krke uske ghar gya or wo ghar ka kaam kr rhi thi ,as i describe ki wo itni financially strng ni h to usne muje ek chair lakar ke di or me us par beth gya or bate krne laga.Me: or didi kesi ho or yar aap to din din sukhti ja rhi ho?C: are kuch ni yar, pta ni kuch tabiyat thik rhti nhi h or uper se ghar ka sara kaam mujhe hi krna padta h or tujhe to pta h wo to ghar par h ni to mera dhayan kon rkhega.Me: ni yar esi bat to ni h , dhayan rkhne ke liye to bhut log h , hame bula liya kro. Tim moves over the counter where he left the box of letters and picks it and the other smaller box up. He hands the letters to Les, telling her he had only glanced at a couple, but they were hers. Tears still flowing, Les thanks him. Les tells him, “While regularly together, Cyn and I would often exchange notes and letters expressing our feelings about each other. Some were mailed, most just left for the other to find after a coupling between us.”Tim and Abbie smile at this thoughtful. “Such yummy creamy. Sparrow happy she is eating your pussy.”“Yeah,” I said and then shuddered as she brushed my clit again.The harpy licked at my cunt with hunger. She caressed me with such passion. My face contorted with the delight. It was incredible to enjoy. I whimpered, my face contorting with the delight of this moment. My heart pounded in my chest as that wicked tongue kept sliding through my folds and sending bliss through me.The queen experienced even more rapture than me. I could feel.