She smiled at Homer.Homer smiled. "Suck him off first, honey. He'll probably shoot more out the first time he comes and I like to see the stuff pour i...to your mouth. Can't really see it up your cunt."Tom felt as if he were being used. The way they were discussing the process, he might have been an in animate object-- like a dildo, for instance--with no say in the matter at all. But it was not a bad sort of object to be, if one must be an object, and the sex-frantic lad was not going to ruin. She panted and soon she came over my mouth. I was ignorant of what happened but she had expended an orgasm on my face. She released me and, kneeling in a pool of her urine, I looked at her in wonder.I realise now that it wasn't my technique that made her come, it was the power she had over me. She was every bit as wicked as Mr West and Mr Henry, but I just didn't know it.“Get on your hands and knees and lick up that mess” she indicated the puddle I was kneeling in with the toe of her black. She has a great little bush now I'm a shaved pussy guy but what the heck. The next thing I know is she is sticking her tongue down my throat. So I stick a finger in and she is soaked next thing I know she has my cock hard as a rock and is putting it in her mouth. It's one of the best blow jobs I have ever had next thing I know I coming down her throat she takes it all no problem. She says hey we have to stop this before we go too far I say I know and about then she just floods my hand. We stop. ‘Ohh,’ she moaned, and a single tear ran from the corner of her eye. ‘Yes, how’s that?’ Enrique pushed two fingers into her while his thumb commenced a slow rubbing. ‘Still so tight, ah, the way her cunny clasps at me! Do you feel that, Constance? Is it good? Is it?’ She couldn’t bring herself to answer, but the responses of her body did for her. Once again, she found her hips helplessly undulating, her breath coming in quicker and quicker cries. She was going to spend and couldn’t help.