‘How may I help you?’ she asks, thanking the good fortune to have been able to produce a voice. The stranger seems amused by her attempt at resis...ing his charms. He casually leans on the door frame, almost entering her personal space but she refuses to give into the urge to step back. His proximity almost consumes her every other thought until he hands a package to her. ‘If you’re Faith J. Flint, then I have this package for you. It’s from Purplestone Publishing House.’ Faith gapes at him.. I got down on my knees and started sucking and licking. He kept on telling me how good it felt. I then took it all the way down my throat, and he was now moaning. He then reached down and took off my pants and underwear and started playing with my somewhat small cock. My cock got real hard while I was sucking his. He cum shot in my mouth and some got on my face. I licked it off. All the while he was playing with my cock. He told me to get up and he took my cock in his mouth. That was the best. Those thoughts were quickly pushed out of her head though, all she was wishing for at that moment was to be fucked. She was getting her wish. Michael continued working his cock through her wet cunt while simultaneously pulling her into his thrusts, getting harder with each thrust. Without warning Michael felt something happen to his cock, it seemed to him like Tina's pussy was convulsing on it, she was coming. “Did I tell you it was time to come”, he asked her, “your such a selfish bitch”.. Then the tongue was back at her belly button lapping at the liquid was it water, no it was the red wine off her bedside table. Yes, it was definitely a woman’s tongue she would just lay still like a log and that way would feel no excitement and disappoint whoever was doing this to her. She felt the tongue move down from her button towards her clit. Which was behaving itself and had gone back under its hood. Inside she felt satisfied that she could control her excitement. She felt the mans lips.