"Just nineteen years old and so hungry for cock."He was wrong. I was not hungry for cock - I was starving for Mitch's cock. His long, thick, throbbi...g cock. His married cock. A cock that belonged to a man old enough to be my father. I never felt this way about my boyfriend's cock. It was wrong. All of it was wrong for so many reasons. And I was so turned on because of its extreme wrongness.This was dangerous territory. I had succumbed to my darkest urges and it tasted so sweet. It was. Not that I have any objections. Her pussy tastes as sweet and as sticky as molasses, and I could easily spend the rest of my life lapping at this particular sugar-pot. “Shit,” she says, between gasps, “you really know how to treat a girl!”“I’ve had an experience or two in my time,” I say, briefly coming up for air. I start to go down again, but this time she stops me, placing her hand under my chin and forcing me to look directly at her.“I need you inside me. I need to feel you inside me,. Both ladies were now in the throes of making love to one another using their feet against each other's beautiful pussies, their cries of joy increasing. Janet then removed Angela's other foot from the remaining Louboutin, discarding the boot and bringing her nylon covered foot up to her mouth and greedily sucked on Angela's wiggling toes.In unison, their bodies tensed and shuddered as they climaxed and collapsed onto the soft satin sheets of the bed with each of their feet embedded in the soft. She was now sitting fully naked in front of him like a goddess.The bulge in his pants was getting bigger, obviously drawing her attention. She gave him a naughty grin as she quickly pulled them. He was now standing in his underwear. As she was about to pull them off, he stopped her. She was first confused, but he then winked at her, suggesting he had something in mind.He grabbed some coconut oil from one of the kitchen closets and poured a generous amount onto his hands. “The benefits of making.