Becca probably had an equal appetite for cum that mom did, and was even fonder of exhibitionism than mom was. Nothing was ever slutty enough, and if s...e could, she’d walk around naked all the time, just covered in cum, and with a diet consisting of only cum. Back when Becca was still 7, and her teachers weren’t willing to fuck someone so young in exchange for marks, mom used to go in and fuck her teachers for her. As Becca got older, she started telling mom that she could handle herself, and by. If possible you would like to prevent the Queen from corrupting her with her ranting of “patriarchy” and “female oppression”. “LIAR!” the Queen screeched. “Chauvinist PIG! The weakened economy was caused by the remnants of the patriarchy that remained from the time of my father. They would do anything to sabotage me, just because I’m a powerful woman! There IS no outside threat. You just want to war monger so you can pillage and rape. Do you deny that your soldiers would rape if war broke. I just had to have you, had to drink you.” What is he talking about? Smelled me? Drink me? I’m confused but I don’t care. I like him closer. Like whatever he is insinuating. David presses his lips to my neck, kissing me with small pecks and I rest my head back, giving him easier access. A hand is on my shoulder, fingers teasing patterns of rippling sensation on my skin, slowly easing away my top, revealing the juncture between neck and collarbone. His tongue snakes out and licks slowly over my. He said his name was Bob. He dominated her time and was with her all the time, danced with her, held her close, snuck a feel here and there, kissed her a lot and primed her with alcohol. At closing he asked if she’d like to see his apartment and she thought “why not”, she left her car and went with him. They got to a nearby apartment complex and he got her out of the car, kissed her deeply and led her to the door. Once inside he showed her the living room, kitchen, got her a really strong.