I concentrated on her pussy, on fucking my tongue into her depths. Then I slid through her folds again, petting her petals and brushing her clit.She l...ved that.“You nasty dyke-slut!” she hissed. “That's what you called me. A carpet-muncher. A muff-diver. A disgusting pussy-licker! Mmm, lap at my cunt, you filthy lezzie-whore! You're a piece of shit for eating my snatch!”I shuddered, her insults making my pussy wetter. My tongue licked faster and faster, sliding through her hot flesh. She. I started getting right up next to one of them to untie my cleats—getting a whiff of some ripe rank pit. The bushy ones were best—all that hair would hold in the funk better. Feet wern't too bad cause mostly new cleats with clean white socks didnt produce much stink. But then, off came those tite ass football pants. And all that ass now exposed, framed out only buy a tite jock, cupping all that junk. The funk would fill the room, just like a jail. I wanted so badd to just put my face in one of. However, events took an unexpected turn that tested me. Jasmin had become a staple in our house, arriving every Friday after school with Sia. I liked having her around. She was a beautiful girl, both physically and emotionally. Week by week she lost the emotional distance she’d had. She hugged me frequently, became almost as sassy as Sia and mischief flitted through her dark ebony eyes. Together with Sia, they played off each other, driving up their zaniness to new bewildering heights.. He teased my pussy with his tongue then the head of his member. I came again. After I came he stuck it back in and rammed goos and hard into my g spot. I couldn’t help but scream.I was almost at my climax when I started screaming ,’Baby! It feels so good! I love you!’ I felt him move faster.‘I love you, too, Baby… I’m about to come…’‘Come in me… Fill me up with your sperm.’ I moaned. He pounded me even harder. I felt when he let his load in my womb. We both moaned at the same time. My head was.