. please. . . enough. . . enough. . .ohhhh. ." she couldn't take anymore of it; her eyes were rolling back, her little toes curling.His lips moved fro... her upturned ass, landing on her silky, bald pussy. He pushed his face towards her cunt and his tongue opened its way through the pink folds of her slit, down inside the love tunnel. "Ahhhhhh. . . " she arched her back, gripping tightly on the mattress.He let his tongue explore the channel, as he felt her tormented body tremble and shake under. She was sitting on the front steps when I pulled up. I got out of the car, grabbed my stuff, as she stood to greet me."You better be careful, I am sick" she said faking a cough. She was playing hookie -- with her mother's permission -- from school to spend time with me.I hugged anyway, keeping the PDA to a minimum in case any nosey busy bodies had their binoculars turned out way."How was your morning?" she asked rhetorically with a wink , well aware of where I had started my day.She opened. ”“OK, I can see that. It sounds as if it’s going to be uncomfortable, but manageable.”“I think so.”“Janey, did you REALLY have to taunt Tasha by saying it wasn’t your fault if she couldn’t keep her man?”“Your eyewitness didn’t get the full conversation? Was it Liz?”“Yes, it was Liz; and no, she didn’t.”“Tasha called me a slut. It was in Russian, but the tone of her voice and the way she spat it at me, and the context made it totally clear.”“«Шлюха»?” I asked.“That’s what it sounded like,. Keep writhing on my dick. That feels like heaven," Sven growled. He slid his hands along her hips and held her fast, looking down at their enjoined bodies as he fucked her furiously, his cock sliding easily in and out of her damp sex. The truth was, as awful and humiliating as this felt, the cock drilling her cunt and grazing her inner walls with so many decadent sensations had started enslaving Miranda to obscene desires she didn't want to acknowledge.The next fifteen minutes were a blur of.