She tooka cigarette from the night table as he watched. "Then what? When did you start smoking," he asked as he lied downalongside her. "I stole one...when I was 11. I took a few quick puffs and immediately putit out. But it was very exhilarating to be doing something soforbidden," Suzanne said, as she took a deep puff, to playfullyelaborate her point to him."I just continued to have those sneaky cigarettes, every so often, youknow how it goes. Then one day you notice how much you look. My lips were taught around the shaft and my jaws had begun to ache a little, but I didn’t care. The sounds he was making, the hardness of his cock in my mouth was making me hornier than I had ever been before.“Oh shit, almost there, almost, don’t stop, baby,” moaned daddy.I didn’t want to, so I kept on going up and down, up and down with my tongue playing around his cockhead. Then Daddy tensed and my mouth was filled with a hot liquid. I tried to keep it inside but it spurted out and ran down. She recalled something Willis had texted her after she left Florida regarding her husband. She'd told him about her husbands virulent racism, as well as about his long neglect of her sexual needs, and Willis had replied, without any hesitation: "He's a cuck. Forget about him. You've got something much better now!"Yes, she thought as she walked down the sidewalk. My husband is a cuck. He was definitely now a cuck (though not perhaps in the strictly technical sense of the word). Plus, to make. Eighteen hours earlier, I’d been in a club. The floor was sticky, the music was loud, and everywhere I looked there were scantily-clad women, dressed in outfits that were ... well, not dissimilar to mine.My six-inch heels drew attention to the black skirt I was wearing, which covered no more than a few inches of flesh - it started just below my navel, and finished an inch or two below my pussy. My boobs were barely contained in a snakeskin top that wrapped around my neck, barely held together.