Her tortured begging continued. I actually thought she was going to have a genuine full-on crying session, so I let up.I angled my head and licked her...clit. Her body spasmed, she roared in ecstasy, and I delighted in the feeling of my tongue flicking over her firm little bud.Then I slipped my middle finger inside her sopping little slit. It made a little squelching sound as it went in, and it felt like I was pressing into a warm, wet heaven. She was so slick, but so tight. I hooked the pad of. Joemade an abrupt turn, almost missing the hidden path that he had discoveredseveral years ago. The dirt path slowly gave way to a cement driveway and acabin styled house. His formerly droopy eyes now lit up. He was happy to behome. Work was harsh. For few measly dollars, he allowed the world to trod on him, his dignity, andself-esteem. Yet at home, he was safe, sheltered, and most of all king. Thefirst thing Joe does when he comes home was to strip down and hit the shower.Yet for the past two. She will go up the porch, knock and then be told to wait. I would instruct her to get down on her hands and knees. When she did so I would open the door. I would explain to her that she was my student. That if she thought of pleasure, at all, there would be consequences. I would tell her to crawl in. I would restrain her from behind, the toy I showed her the following week. I would then take her shirt and bra off.Her complexion is olive. Her breasts hang massively from her chest like two flesh. Nothing would satisfy me more than my dick in her pussy. I wanted Tara to suck my dick to fuck and cum along with me. I smiled, removed my T-Shirt, and pushed my shorts down. My dick was standing firm. She looked at my dick as I sat on the floor. I took her legs back in my lap.She kept staring at my dick and kept looking in my eyes shamelessly. Tara again sat in the same position. She kept one leg on my shoulder and her other leg just touching my dick. I squeezed the lotion on my hands and.