She licks my welts, but it is my cunt that moistens and contracts. I breathe deeply, rocking back and forth as Her tongue moves lower and lower, touch...ng every raised red line on my skin, bringing Her healing kiss to my sore flesh. It feels exquisite, but then it is a gift from my beloved Salome unto me. Each welt She tongues, slowly and carefully. Gently the ointment is rubbed into my wounds; I am cooing on the bed, my nipples swollen, my cunt now shiny wet with fresh juice. And then Salome. Something I never did in the years before. I wrote a story just as it came to my mind once again and can tell, that it does far more to relax me than what I did in the last months. As a consequence, I will not post anymore in the foreseeable future and go back to write just to relax without self-inflicted pressure that it needs to get likes and such. Effect immediate, all my stories are on hiatus. My girlfriend will be the only one getting my stories from now. As it was in the beginning.Okay, I. “Hearing your mother talk about those days... I am so hard.”I smiled and licked my lips. I shifted on the bed between them. I crawled between my daddy's legs. I felt them around me, strong and hairy. I rubbed up them and leaned over his crotch. I stared down at his cock. It thrust up over his belly.I groaned, my pussy clenching. More cum leaked out of my pussy. I hoped Daddy had bred me. I licked my lips as I grabbed the cock that had deflowered me. Loved me. The cock that had created me in my. I was dying. We sat on her living room couch and immediately started making out. I started rubbing her legs, inching my way up until I was inside her shorts. Since she didn't stop me, I assumed she wanted more. But I couldn't take my mind off her breasts. I started to rub them on the outside of her shirt, and then went up her shirt and rubbed them over her bra. I wasn't aware of the situation with her mom (would she come check on us?), so I didn't take her shirt off. I unsnapped her bar and.