Fir maine uske dono chuchuyo(nipple)ko kapre ke upper se ki kas ke pakad liya or dabane laga. jaise hi maine pheli bar dabaya uske muh se siiiiiiiiiii...ki lambi awaz aai fir maine uske honto ko chusne laga kya ras thi uske honto me lagta tha ki sahed ki bottle ho aab uska haanth bhi mere laudsa pe ja takraya jaine hi usne mere lund ko tuch kiya mera lund fadfadaneLaga mns or tight ho gaya .wo usse sahlane lagi . maine uske kapre utare or bilkul naga kar diya kya lag rahi thi bilkul gol goluski. "No, look at me when you serve my cock, you whore."So I looked him in the eye and hesitated, not sure exactly how to doit. He smiled at me, knowing I was lost."Come on princess, you know what a good blow-job feels like?" You know how it feels to have a bird suck you off?"I must admit that I did!"Just do what you know a slut should do for a man."What could I do? I was in no position to argue now; I gently flicked mytongue across his balls. "Mmmm, that's good honey," he moaned."Keep it up and we. .. don't really know what to call you, or even if you exist. I know, it seems pretty shallow of me, turning to you now, talking to you because I want something. Five years ago, if I saw this picture of myself, I'd have laughed. 'Look, it's some guy who thinks he's talking to an invisible something, that, for all he knows, looks like a hedgehog when it allows itself to be seen.' I don't know if you're omniscient, or even why you should give a damn about the life of one man, whether you know the. Hissex is hard with the energy he feels at owning her in this way. His rhythmnever varies, and he sees small spots and streaks on her skin where blood hasbegun to seep. He is watching her carefully still and begins to see thesigns of what some call subspace, a trancelike euphoria where she is no longercapable of good judgment but is afloat on waves of sensation, like a hawk on highwinds that soars and floats above sparkling trees and grasses far below. Herhead rolls in circles from shoulder to.