..could you know?" I wasn't completely sure. Until now."She couldn't remember when the virginity she'd clung to so hard had begun to feel like a burde...some curse. She'd resisted with all her might becoming the promiscuous cliché her mother was, yet she'd had all manner of objects and toys inside her pussy. The fingers and tongue of that girl out west during her brief time muling heroin across the Mexican border. Anything and everything to fan the rage in her cells but a man's cock.She waited. Lillian looked at the glass doubtfully."Just drink it. It will help you. You may trust me, I have a lot of experience in that area"Lillian started giving little sips to the juice, and it wasn't as hideous as it looked. To her surprise when she was a little more than halfway thru she noticed that her head had stopped pounding and the noises around were way more bearable.By the time she finished the glass, she was ready to eat the meal that Megan had served her in a plate.As she felt better she. He thrust his tongue into her glistening hole, growing the fire inside her to its bursting point. Still he pressed on, sucking her lips and clitoris into his mouth as he gripped and massaged her supple ass, spreading her. His tongue slid up and began exploring her tight asshole, pushing into her and moistening it. He stopped then, leaving her on the edge of great pleasure. She turned to see him stand and unzip his trousers. She turned back forward, anticipating his hard head pushing into her. "She didn't even let him get his shirt off. Fiercely, she pried his legs apart and kneeled between his hairy thighs to bit his belly. Marshall twisted in surprise, and she took a good grip upon the base of his rigid shaft, plunging her mouth over the distended cockhead, sucking it along her flicking, coiling tongue, pulling it back to caress the velvet chalice of her throat.Lavishly, she fondled that pulsing knob, bobbing her head up and down in a steady, lascivious rhythm. She felt this.