She got up quickly on the bed, sat on my lap again. Without waiting for a second, she gulped the entire size of my dick in her pussy. Her pussy muscle... were relaxed. The lubrication was great as my dick moved in went smoothly inside.Tara lifted her hip and pushed down to adjust her position. She slept on my chest. She started to move forward and backward in slow moves. Her boobs were pressed against my chest, my dick was rubbing her clitoris. It was going in and coming out of her fuck hole like. There was no need anymore to use one and then two fingers as she had turned me into her bitch a long time ago. 'Mouth open!' She shouted, gripping the edges of my cunt hard. She spat again, making sure I knew who was boss and soon she had four fingers and thumb putting pressure on my hole. 'It's too much!' I Squealed. 'Stop being a whiny bitch!' She barked, 'Take some poppers.' I hastily unscrewed the lid and the chemical scent spoke of pleasures and delicacies yet to come. Sniffing away I soon. ” Chris replied. “Everyone else has gone to bed.”“Then it just leaves us two.” I replied, as if we were sharing a joke.“Yup.” Chris replied, understanding my levity but not sharing it.We didn’t speak for a long time. “Well, what do you wanna do, talk about it?” I asked bluntly.Chris just sighed. “I don’t know how to go about this.”“It’s been a year, Chris. Just get o-”“No, not like that.” Chris huffed. There was a beat of silence as he grabbed a chair, sat down, folded his arms and pouted. “I. "How did you get back here?" We followed the smell," the executive woman said. Her voice sounded low, guttural. "That sweet, delicious, tantalizing smell. We ate them all up. How do we get more?" He has to make them," Julie said. "The guy out front. Arnie. The baker."There was silence, and Arnie knew they were coming. He thought about running out the door, but he knew that wouldn't work.They would find him, he was sure of that. They would track him down, no matter where he ran to, because they.