But his breath felt so good.And his lips were suddenly against her. The contact sent her lurching forward, gasping insanely. He kept his mouth glued t... the soft pink cunt lips, his tongue poking out timidly and touching her excited flesh."No, not that! Fuck me, Ralph!"He ignored her cries. He licked more forcefully."Your pussy tastes really good, Mrs. French," the young boy praised, continuing to kiss up and down her tortured slit as he spoke.His words seemed obscene to her. What could be more. He loved those eyes he told himself. God, he really, really loved her eyes. “And her mouth,” he went on to say out loud. “Look at that smile, look at those teeth.” As he looked at them he remembered that one fine day at her place. He recalled how they were together in her bathroom. He remembered holding her body as the shower’s water sprayed down over her. He remembered exactly how she felt in his arms and against his body. He remembered how she turned him on. He remembered soooo much more of. Simultaneously she leaps backwards, performing a backflip and grabbing the prize as she tumbles, landing agily on the pedastool from which it came.I move forward as I parry the spinning blade and launch towards the nimble cat burglar as we bounce around the vault, Hacking and slashing at each other, knives and charms flashing wildly in a silence broken only by our breathing and taunts.Lunge. Parry. Dodge. Repeat.Soon the vault is littered with the remains of damaged goods, curtains flutter to. I will cum all over your fingersmy tongue pressing against you...I push another finger gently inside youFuck me....pleasemy cock throbs...I need to be inside youYes...fill me...stroke me...impale me with itI raise myself above you and look with desire at your pussy...my cock oozes in anticipation...you reach down to spread your lips for me...I love looking at you...my cock is poised to enter you...My hips lift to meet youthe head of my cock touches your lipsMy legs spread to welcome youI push.