“What do you want?” “I want your hard dick, Maître. I want it to fill my mouth.”“Who are you?” His voice grows huskier as he is not able ...o keep his own desire completely from it.“I am yours. I am your cock-slut, I want it so bad.” With each of her words the fire in Sandra’s pussy grows and aches to be sated. “Then take it, Slave.” Before he finishes the sentence, Sandra leans forward and wraps one of her hands around Charles’ cock and he moves his hand to her head. She kisses and licks the tip. "Well, yes, I guess so. When I was using your computer to check out honeymoon trips, I accidentally found his name in your address book." Look Mrs. Woods, we may only have been married for 30 minutes, but I know that nothing you do is by accident. What are you scheming?" I had to give her a little kiss after I said this because she looked so innocent and sweet and because I liked calling her Mrs. Woods."Nothing. Really. You didn't have anyone to invite except for your mother and your sister and. My tongue worked it and it started to grow, like it was coming to life. It kept swelling and growing until it was just one of those damn beautiful big veiny cocks that was exactly what me and my hungry mouth needed.I worked it like I loved it, and I loved it a lot. He was leaning against that tree trunk, I had one hand on either side of him, and I was using my mouth and tongue in all the ways I've learned over the years. And man oh man was he loving it. He didn't say much, but grunted once in a. “Oh god, Glena, oh yeah,” I gasped. She gathered saliva into her mouth and went down the side with wet lips and the tip of her tongue tracing a triple path of wetness, continuing around my cock until it was thinly coated with her spit and on her next trip down she grasped me in her fist and slowly pumped while her tongue and lips dropped down to nuzzle my balls for a few seconds, just long enough to make me want it more. Looking up at me with a gleam in her eyes, she ran her tongue slowly back.