*** Stop here if you are reading this aloud! *** The next paragraphs are for our women readers only. Someone asked me why I was so explicit about Soph...a and myself, when the story isn’t about us. Doesn’t Sophia mind? The answer in brief is ‘no, she doesn’t mind.’ It was her idea, after several of our women readers wrote to tell us how much pleasure they gained when they read these stories aloud to their lovers in between times in bed. An action-type guy who would never pick up a romantic story. Near the end her breasts were covered in so much sperm they looked like mounds of jiggling jello with her nipples and areolas as a cherry on top. A pool of goo waved back and forth between them as another paramour was thrusting between her legs. Jennifer obviously didn’t like to get it on her face, which was unfortunate considering how slimy she already looked.Halle had not had similar problems early on, but as hours passed it was becoming too much for her too, especially since she had caught. And while I was thinking what she said and what she meant I felt an wet touch on tip of my penis so I take a look and found my mom’s hot tongue rolling on my cock and I feel amazed by this and started moaning as loud as possible ” aaaah mommyy aaahhhh keep doing it it felt so great mommy aaaahhhhhh” to which she reply “do you like your mommy on your cock dear?” I said with moaning “mommy it felt sooooo gooooddd keep doing mom” to which she roll down her tongue to each area of my penis and then. “Oh, so you do make noise then slave 61, are you ready to count your strokes and thank me?” Andy remained silent. Each of the next 5 strokes was progressively harder and the master was obviously well experienced in the use of the cane, applying strokes either on top of previous strokes or across them. By the tenth stroke Andy had tears welling in his eyes, he was much less confident of making it to 24 in silence.Stokes 11 and 12 caused him to cry out and the tears started to roll from his eyes.