Then, her tongue slipped into my mouth as her hand slid down my stomach and began rubbing the front of my briefs. I began kissing her neck and throat,...working down to her shoulders and chest, on to her breasts where I decided to linger. She was now rubbing my cock through my briefs as I felt her hand slip under the elastic and grip my hard cock. I had one nipple in my mouth as I fondled her other breast, her chest rising and falling faster and faster. Then, I decided to move on and began. If only she could go back to how things used to be.Bradley secretly smiled at the despondent girl. Life finally turned around for him. He now had the upper hand on the stuck up bitch and he wasn't going to ever let it go.Bradley sat on the side of his bed with his legs on the floor. He watched Shelbi strip. She didn't even have to be told to undress now. She was becoming more and more his obedient little slut. Her cunt, ass, and mouth were simply places to keep his cock warm, make him feel very. .”We cut to a low angle close-up of his belly – with her hand fondling his sheath, gripping the cock inside, jerking it in a couple of little bursts ... The dark pink lipstick tip poking out ... Her carefully pulling the sheath back to reveal more of it. Playing with it some more, making it grow fatter, longer, proud of the sheath ... She moves her hand from the sheath to the cock itself...“Ooooh,” she gasps, “That feels so big ... And so hot...”We cut to her face, a delighted look as she. I knew the familiar curls, the generous lettering. Maybe I shouldn't open it, I thought, while my fingers were already opening it.The box was crammed with balled-up white tissues. On top lay the yellow piece of paper I had left on her chest while she was sleeping. It had obviously been crumpled before being smoothed out again; the ink of the writing seemed blotted by moisture. A few words had been added at the bottom, but they were crossed out again. I tried to read them. I thought I saw.