Convulsing and shaking, muttering and begging me to suck her cock harder and harder. I sucked her cock with all I had, licking and stroking, taking it...all the way down my throat. She started to come down from her first orgasm when the second one started with no break in between. At this point, I had 4 fingers buried in her sloppy wet pussy fucking her as hard as I could while she had the back of my head forced down on her cock. I could not hold on anymore with the erotic site in front of me as. " "But..." I started. "Here." She said, shrugging down her nightgown to reveal her swollenbreast again. "All you have to do it put it in your mouth and suck a little." She placed her hand on the back of my neck and gently pulled meforward. I didn't resist. My mouth came down and contacted her swollennipple. I felt it slip past my lips, a hard though yielding piece of flesh.I could feel the bumps and ridges on its surface. "Go ahead." She told me, her voice slightly stern. "Suck on it." I. Eight guys from day one. Twenty four blowjobs a week, which for me was enough to get grounded and started. Get into that kind of casual sex, and you learn things about people. I found three kinds of guys, all self-described “straight”. One, the most common, were guys who discovered the ease of getting sexually serviced by someone like me. A comfortable relationship, not publicly friends, but friendly, and a connection they chose to keep private. Casual to the point of being business-like. Two,. “Leyla,” he breathed, staring at me.“Mmm, just enjoy, Daddy,” I breathed. “Mother wants me to take care of you. To show you what I truly am.”“What are you?” he moaned as I slid down his body, my breast and ass regrettably escaping his grasp.“I’m a slut, Daddy,” I moaned, kneeling before him, his dark cock bobbing before me, precum beading the slit. “And I’m going to give you so much pleasure. With my mouth. With my cunt. I’m all yours until dinner.”“And your mother...”His words trailed off into.