‘You’re drunk, you’d be making it with a Golden Retriever.’ She climbed on him again. ‘That’s okay, I like taking advantage of sexy men, I...do it as a side line with the shop.’ She kissed him. ‘So, does this mean they’ll be a bill at the end?’ he asked kissing her deeply, and moving his hand between her legs and touching her, sliding his finger through her wet, velvety softness. She gasped at his touch, moving her hand down and taking his hard shaft in her hand. ‘Fuck’ he said while her hand. " "I want you to play with my pussy." I blurted out. "That’s better, but I said clear, which means precise to me, how do you want me to do it." "Fine okay, I want you to gently spread my pussy lips, take one finger and teasingly rub it up and down my slit, then when I'm whimpering like a bitch, shove it into my tight little cunt, try two (that’s the most I could ever fit in), while you do that lick and suck my little clit; is that what you wanted me to say, is that precise enough for you?" . .. different before he found my lingerie and stilleto shoes, but once he knew for sure thats the first time he hit me. He made me promise, at pain of... pain, that I would never do any of "that faggot shit" again. Everything slowly got back to normal over time, however I couldn't look my father in the eye for a month.So I hid my faggottry better so as not to get my pretty face all ugly. It worked fine until one day when I was home from school early and had wanted to try a beautiful new shade. Your hands go to my hair again as you run them though I slip my tongue a little into your pussy, opening the lips as it slips past I use a finger to rub your clit hard as my tongue presses ever deeper into your pussy, flicking at the inner walls at it goes, touching every nerve ending inside as you moan loudly for me to lick you hard, I smile to myself as I rub my tongue around the inside of your beautiful pussy, the juice washing into my mouth as I swallow every bit and go back for more, my.