Tony got paid every week on Thursday, so for a few months he got into the habit of bringing home a little payday cocaine and we would party together. ...his being one of the indulgences I allowed myself at that age. Every time we got wired, Tony got even more sexual than usual. To be specific, he loved to lick my pussy. He's the first man who performed oral sex on me who really knew what he was doing. And I always enjoyed it immensely when he went down on me. This particular Thursday was really. Brooklyn could hear the nails being driven in and imagined this was the end that she'd be buried alive like this to suffocate.Walking out of the room the woman made her way back down the hallway and through a set of doors that led outside. Sitting down on a chair she pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep drag. Letting the smoke out with a sigh she let her mind wander as she looked out on the kitchen garden. She thought back to when she had looked like the girl she had just. I braced myself as he pulled away. The pain was incredible as he finally pulled out. I had to curl into a ball to control the cramps in my stomach and genitals. Bob lay on the carpet, looking very pleased with himself, as he cleaned his dick with that wonderful pink tongue. Later, after showering and breakfast, I had to face the world when I took Bob for his morning walk in the park. My lower body still ached from my night of depraved sex, and my stomach turned with disgust every time that. He understood and unbuttoned my shorts. They then joined the rest of the pile of clothes and we walked to the bed. First just lying beside each other holding and kissing, when I roll and he is on his back with me on top him, my hands messaging his body my tongue finding all his erogenous zones. Every lick of my tongue and every gentle touch of my hands, he moans with a coy smile on his face. Over his chest, sides, stomach to his groin to start over again. He looks up to the mirror to see me.