I just can't help it. His tongue is my vice, my weakness, and my Achilles heel. Sometimes he just wants to eat for his own pleasure, whether I cum or ...ot. He may stroke himself off while he does so. When it's for him, he will do as he pleases. He may go slow and soft, or deep and hard and fast. His tongue can be a butterfly or a bulldozer. He chooses the pace and for how long. He may only do it for a minute until he quenches his thirst for my juice. Leaving me bereft, frustrated, on edge,. My god, she was looking stunning. She whirled and asked me how did it look.I just sat there in awe, at a loss of words, I told her she looked really beautiful. She blushed a little and went in changed to a t-shirt and shorts. She came back out and sat beside me. She had to attend a wedding soon so she needed a suggestion as to how would the lehenga look, which she had designed on her own.We then sat down and we were chilling. We were watching Netflix along with some pasta she made and coke. We. Was she lost to me? Would she ever again be satisfied with my loving, to which she had become accustomed, and perhaps bored? I was definitely hurting here.Then, Anthony entered his dirty talk faze. He looked into her eyes."Fuck me, you dirty whore! Raise that ass and make your cunt slam my cock. You're nothing but a cheap slutty whore. Any man can fuck you. You dirty cunt! You cock sucking married slut. I'm gonna fill your cunt with a black man's cum and make you my personal property! Your. When I spunked in my hand and rubbed it over my face, Beth rolled around on the sofa howling with laughter. « Right » mum said, « From now on, you will be naked at all times when you’re here at home. When you get home from school every evening you will do the housework naked under our supervision and before going to bed you will wank for us and get a beating. Beth will be allowed to beat you and bring her friends found to abuse you. Next saturday when you go to meet the women, we will go with.