Helen was no exception and sheloves to be told she is a no good cunt who onlydeserves to be fucked and the only reason I fuck her isbecause she is suc... a good cunt lapper. That little blond haired piece of fuck meat comesbuckets for me when I slam her pussy with my strap-onand the part I like, she will do absolutely anything Itell her. I bought her a dog collar with her name on itand a leash so I could lead her around the house likeshe is my pet and I’ve taken her out in public with. Her fingers go down my abs, poke my belly button, and rub around it. Then going down onto my underwear. My boner was hard from all the teasing. It was trying to tear out of my underwear. She softly rubs the finger on my dick over my underwear. She feels the wetness of my precum.Geetika: It looks like someone is crying to come out of jail.She pulls the strap of my underwear to let some cool air into my underwear. And snaps it back. Then she goes down with the finger rubbing my inner thighs, then. “What happened?” she asked looking at the blood. “Nothing.” I replied without any emotion to her. She touched the outline of my wound and grabbed my hand and took me to parking spot. We went to doctor where I got treated. All that time, she was looking at me with those eyes filled with care. That emotion which I wanted to see in someone for me. I smiled at her and she did too. I knew it was the last time but still, I was happy that she cared for me a little bit and that was enough for me. She. I asked her what she wanted me to do, and she said that I could give her a ride to the church as we might want to get a few more photos along the way. I said sure, and the two bridesmaids were off. We sat and had another glass of champagne. I was feeling it too. There were four empty bottles lying around by this point and I figured Katie was more nervous than her cool exterior could let on. Katie said we should get a couple of photos with her shoes on and asked me if I could give her a hand..