He fell onto his hands and knees as she had ordered and began kissing her feet, he continued up to her legs and as he reached and parted her knees, h... was greeted by her strong tangy pussy smell. "Yeah! Come on naughty boy, come eat mummy's pussy!" As Stan began to lick her wetness, she became even more vocal and more aggressive. When his tongue plucked the right note on her lust strung clit, she moaned out louder; "Oh yeah..... eat my pussy you naughty boy... Mmmmm!" She wrapped her legs. We were indeed best friends, but it had never gone farther than that, we had never ever even kissed… As word spread throughout the kingdom of the upcoming nuptials of Prince Anthony to Princess Jasmine, you noticed that the maiden Lynn had become desolate, quiet, keeping to herself more, never coming to visit you with the cookies and warm milk at night, as she would sneak them from the kitchen to bring to your room after everyone would be sleeping. Then we would stay up for hours talking and. He sneered as he began a slow, rhythmic motion; all the way in, then almost all the way out. He steadily held this movement for a few minutes, all the while reminding her that she was his whore, his slimy little cunt, his wet little fuck hole. And he only laughed at her soft whimpers and lustful moans. Then an idea crossed his mind: Why should he fuck her now? He had all day. He decided to give her a few more quick, hard thrusts, and she gasped through the ball gag. He then suddenly removed his. She could hear him stroking himself behind her, as his tongue rode her like a race horse, rushing straight for the finish line. She felt his body tense beneath her, and her own body tense in response. She could tell he was near finishing, but his lips and tongue did not let up; if anything, they were even more powerful than ever. Finally, she reached and crossed the finish, and while she was yelling, squirting and gushing yet again, he began to jerk beneath her, and gasp through his nose,.