Her heart raced. She stuck out her tongue and started licking from his balls up to the head of his cock. She giggled a little at the sight of his cock...growing and moving around like it had a mind of its own. It was even pointing right at her like it was asking her to take it in her mouth and down her throat. So she did, taking him in her mouth and down her throat till her nose was pressed into his abdomen. His cock still wasn’t fully erect so it was easy going in and out of her throat. She felt. She was too sore to easily even stand up.?So, you’re figured out I’m not your prince valiant,? he said, walking along side her. She stopped and laid on the ground, staring back up, terrified.?Please, why? What do you want???Apparently we’re starting the game up for one more round,? he said. ?I was surprised to hear it, but I’ll take it.??Please, let me go.??I do things a little different than the other guys,? he said. ?There’s no particular death round. There’s no stun round.? Jeanette felt. She asked, if I had found her wallet. No girl would be caught dead going out at night without at least a clutch bag. According to my wife. So I got to thinking, if she was killed here, then her bag might be somewhere around here. If so where was it? I checked all the other buildings and there it was. Well it was near some disturbed dust in this little building, but under an old desk. It was late at night and dark as the Sheriff's soul in here that night. I should have gone over it sooner, but. I stood there, mesmerized, when she came up behind me and blew a puff of air in my ear... ohhh fuck....'Cum...' she beckoned. I looked around to see my wife in a discussion with others, animated and not paying attention, her back squarely to me, so we slipped off and turned a corner where 'Sylvia', her name, suddenly turned, opened her mouth and glued it to mine, her tongue snaking into it fiercely. I returned the hot kiss just as intently and we pressed our bodies together in a hot embrace. .