You have to learn to control the natural reflex not to allow something up there. I watched closely as her outer sphincter unwillingly accepted her min...’s instructions and loosened sufficiently for the big black vibe to form a bridgehead. The fixed camera was filming her butt so I went round and focused on her facial expressions.She was making extraordinary faces. Different from when she was climaxing. Similar contortions but of pain, not pleasure. I looked into her eyes but she kept screwing. What could she have done? Stayed and fought…what had happened to all the hatred she once held for the Karsh? ‘Jolen, could you ha’ fought the Sparra? Could you kill those as were yo own blood?’ Jolen’s eyes remained hard and remote, building an ache in her for his warmth and understanding. ‘I have,’ He murmured. ‘I have had to slay some of my own people. At times survival is more important than blood…’ Begging for understanding and forgiveness got her nowhere. Jolen was adamant and he never. Dim light, dream lady sitting on my lap, we looked into each other’s eyes and felt the breath. The whole environment was romantic and erotic. I took a step further and just sucked Rita’s lower lip once. She just took a deep moan as if a sexual stimulus has run through her veins.I looked into her eyes. There were tears. I asked why she is crying. She said that she always wanted to have a moment like this, but never it happened. Now it is happening. She wants to live it to the fullest and hugged. Then I run my tongue over the young piss-slit, licking up as much of the savory juice as I can. Then I slip his entire large mushroom head into my mouth.It’s delicious. It tastes of soap, pre-cum and boy musk. Holding the bursting head in my mouth I run my tongue in a circle around it, celebrating the moment. Then I push my head forward, letting the shaft of his solid cock slide into my mouth, the mushroom head entering my throat.I draw my head back so my lips are again at the base of the head..