I met a girl named Amy who lived on my floor she was 23 the same age as me. She was what could be described as a "Good Girl" she was about 5 foot 5, g...asses, not fat but not skinny and blonde/brown short hair. She had a boyfriend but that didn't stop us from becoming friends I would hang out with her all the time and talk about almost anything. One day I went up to her apartment she opened the door and I went to sit down at her kitchen table as usual when a girl walked out of her bathroom, Her. . Yes… Awhhhh, no don't pull it back. I like your teeth on my… ow yes! Like that.” She was talking about my tongue driving deeper into her. She was getting more and more wet as I licked and tongue fucked her. The fragrance here was deadly toxicant for me, causing me to lose control again. I became harsh and sucked her clitoris, biting her vaginal lips in every chance. I instinctively brought a finger from behind her, and pushed it inside while I kept sucking and tongue lashing her clitoris.. He told her if she was ever to leave him again he would kill her; she believed him.She opened up and talked about her background, at first 'Big mouth' was an attentive boyfriend. He was a wannabe biker; he had the Harley and ran with a few of the lesser bikers but didn't really have the incentive to go all the way, underneath the bluster he was disinclined to commit himself. She said he was a 'neat freak' which probably accounted for his reluctance.'Big mouth' ran a small but profitable. Now, when I talk to you boy, call me sir." Yes sir," I said, trembling again. I had lost total control of myself and the situation. I was totally unprepared for what may lie ahead."Now boy, git out of those shorts and clothes and git back on your knees and lick my balls."I did as I was told. I could never understand why a guy who wanted a blow job asked me to undress. The other three guys were the same, but that's as far as it had gone.I lifted up his cock to be able to get my mouth down to his.