I moaned as her tongue flicked the nub and her teeth nibbled lightly. "oh yes bitch, suck my titties good. Yeah". she sucked me, moving from one ti... to the other like a pro. I took my other hand and put it in her hair and pulled her closer. Finally she tried to slide down and stick her face in my center but I wouldn't let the whore do what she wanted. This was all about me. I pushed the slut to the floor and smacked her hard across the face. I could smell the liquor wafting off her as I. "Swallow the pre cum, babe." I commanded. She looked up at me with those gorgeous blue frightened eyes, and she swallowed what was almost a teaspoon of precum juice. Now her whole throat was lubed up. I shoved the cock in her throat. It took a bit of strength, but I was finally able to force the head in her throat. She gagged and coughed really loud, stood up and pushed me away with her knee."That fucking hurts! Let me fucking breathe!" She whimpered and and sobbed for a bit."Don't worry,. She had her mother’s smile, full of fun and mischief and, sometimes, promise.I enjoyed standing there, the morning sun still low in the sky, sending slanted beams into our hotel room. I was listening to Rebecca softly humming something that I sort of recognized.But mainly I was concentrating on Rosie’s two little hands, soft and soapy, and loving. She was looking me straight in the eye as she massaged, up and down, up and down. When I got excited ... well, my business usually poked straight. He is single and always has the best parties, There must have been two hundred people there , his den was standing room only, the deck was packed with people smoking all kinds of stuff. I hate the smell of smoke of any kind so I was always in the house. My wife on the other hand is a smoker and she would go out just about every fifteen minutes for a puff. Every one was in costumes and most where impossible to tell who they where. My wife dressed as a Flapper chick from the 30's . Flapper style.