‘Go on whore take a good look’ Dreading with I was going to see I looked into the mirror. My eyes were puffy from where I had been crying, my lips...bruised and swollen from my skull fucking. But I barely noticed. All I could see were the words adorning my face. ‘FAGGOT’ was printed in capital letters across my forehead and CUM WHORE adorned both my cheeks respectively. On my throat were the words Tom Fucked This. A single silent tear rolled down my cheek. ‘I don’t know why you are crying faggot.. I am so sorry, I thought you were Shekar.She was in her bra and panties at that time. Her hair was all wet, stuck to her face, and dripping water. Her blue bra barely covered her boobs.Her curves and her smooth skin were killing me. Her thighs were smooth and shaven. Her eyes were in shock and her juicy lips, opened up to take small breaths.The water was dripping from hair to her cleavage. Her curve paved a way for the water to pass. She had a wonderful feather tattoo near her belly button. " So do I. Maybe you'd like some pussy juice instead." I returned to her sodden crotch. With a light tap to her ass, she lifted off the bed so that I might strip her of her panties. Her beautiful scent—she sprayed herself, obviously; I wondered if that was routine for her or just preparation during the day for a planned seduction of me that afternoon—her scent attracted my mouth to her like a bee to honey. And it tasted as sweet, though that part might just have been in my mind.As I ate her, my. Almost before he was finished her breath had quickened and her young loins had begun to squirm, turning in her bonds as the irritant burnt into her sexual parts. A glow came to her vulva that had not been there before and the little hood of her clit swelled, her clit appearing a moment later, an infinitely smooth bulb of flesh swollen with blood but still only a little larger than a match head.Inflamed, she whimpered in her need, lifting her crotch in an effort to have him touch her sexually..