Be sure to watch me do my cheerleading routine after school. I think you will like it.”She saw her uncle blush and look down at his book about Egypt...an art with strange drawings of ancient Gods and Goddesses. She knew he kept a secret book of historical porn in his bottom drawer. When it was disguised inside the format of “art” it was so easy to keep it out of the realm of perversion. As a convicted abuser, he had to be careful about every little facet of his life. Of course, the books were. I guess it was her way of achieving balanced karma.She raised her face to mine, used the back of her spoon to smear melted ice cream across her puckered lips, and made kissy noises. It reminded me of her second birthday party, only not nearly as messy. After I kissed her, she opened her still-puckered mouth just enough to say, "You didn't get it all."When I hesitated, her eyes turned pleading. Telling myself that I didn't want to ruin her best Sunday ever, I wrapped my lips around hers and. She didn't want that thing in her and yet it was now inside her. Aware that she was breathing very hard, very fast, with her face turned she was staring at the KY jelly tubs that she'd used to make this horrible thing possible. She now felt the weight of the man on top of her. She realized that she didn't know what he looked like, and she didn't want to!She was about as cold sexually as it was possible to be as he began to move in and out of her. The only movement she'd made was to adjust so. He was amazed at how much she could take, her mouth wasn’t that big but what she lacked in oral cavity she made up for with absolutely zero gag reflex. He watched her throat expand each time she took him down to his balls, she’d stay there for almost a minute her tongue swirling against his sack, her esophagus contracting on his shaft, she was trying to milk him for everything he had and soon she’d get it. Kristina’s tongue ran across Mark’s sack and she felt his balls fully engorged, realizing.