A pregnant bitch just wasn’t a very good earner. Daddy was all about the money. Furthermore, after the whelp was born, the bitches became uppity and...harder to control. He didn’t need that shit.Daddy also realized that his teenage white sluts were valuable property and that he needed to protect his investment. He sent them to doctors to get checked out. He sent them to dentists to preserve their perfect white girl teeth. He bought them healthy food. He didn’t addict them to drugs and one of the. I don’t know how I kept from blasting off early when she flicked the tip of her tongue right across the top of my glans.Then she pushed herself against me and pulled me over on top of her. I don’t know if she guided me in or I just made a lucky jab, but all of a sudden I was inside her.I’d had women who could clamp down on me like that before. And I’ve had women who could move their muscles to milk me before. But this was the first time I’ve ever had a woman hold me that firm and pump me that. “My favorite lips to kiss. My favorite name to see appear on my cell phone. My favorite way to spend an afternoon, you know, my favorite.” “You’re my favorite too,” she stared down at her bare feet. She stood against the wall, the brick wall in her loft apartment that she had painted in fuzzy duck yellow, princess pink and majesty purple. She was injured, mentally and emotionally, literally and metaphorically. Standing against the wall made her feel safe and happy. She knew she wouldn’t falter. I was really squirming now because the need to get laid was so intense that I was panting like a female bitch in heat ready for any male in close proximity.Dick was starting to pull my flimsy panties down and somehow they got all twisted and he got impatient and ripped them off my legs like they were an obstacle that had to be destroyed to get to his objective. I knew the target was my pulsating slit churning like a cake mixer inside waiting for a king-sized ladle to stir everything up into the.