Will you get naked and let me take some?” She laughed as she asked him.“Will you?”“I’d get naked right now, if you told me to.”“Do you d... everything you’re told by any boy?”“I don’t know but a few boys and none that I’d tell that to. I’d do anything you told me to, well maybe not rob a bank or anything like that.”“Show me your breasts.”“See?” she said and raised her shirt to expose her left breast.“Leave your shirt up over your breasts ... we’re coming on five thousand now.”“I love flying,. Again his load was copious, and she marveled at his seemingly endless reserves while her mouth filled to overflowing. As she drank from his shaft, she held the other on the brink. Then, with a final swallow, she turned her head and sucked another prodigious ejaculation down her gullet, reveling in the decadence.If only that loathsome pig Wormtongue hadn’t forced me to do this, he might have been surprised at my willingness. Some friends used to speak ill of the taste, but I’m coming to crave it. Scamper over there and fetch it, then start cleaning in the livingroom."He hastened to obey, his sitter swishing because of the heels, whichalso shaped his legs. Van put his hands over his nipples in a femininegesture of modesty and said in a fluting voice, "Sheryl, please, tell mewhat's going to happen." She chortled and told him, "What? To you?Why, anything Greg and I want is going to happen to you. And it's goingto be endless fun -- at least for us it is."In the days that followed, Greg. I teased him with every technique I knew. Fluttering tongue on the underside of the flared end. Nibbling the very tip between soft lips. Gently squeezing the head and slithering the point of my tongue into the tiny opening. Massaging his balls.It was so sexy seeing his expression harden as a prelude to his orgasm. Witnessing his breathing deepen, sucked through gritted teeth and punctuated by expletives. As his crinkled orbs tightened in my palm, he roared and painted me with what I craved,.