Then I tasted something else – hot and very salty. To my complete surprise, but to my utter delight, he was giving me a golden chaser with which to ...ash down the last cumload. What started out as a dribble soon turned into a torrent, and began to run out the sides of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my chest. He bellowed, “Drink it, you cocksucking bitch.” I swallowed what I could without gagging, but there was just too much. In a perverted kind of way, I was excited by his dominance, and. Never had she expected something like this. Moving away from her mouth Mark turned his attention to her neck. There is a spot all women have on their neck, when its kissed they melt like ice cream on hot Texas asphalt in August. Mark found it and kissed Amy there, applying some suction and some tongue. At that moment Amy lost herself in Mark and bore down on his rigidness in short hard strokes. Sensing that she could be coming Mark dialed it back just a little; his upward thrusts got. Low moans left her lips slowly, softened cries of his name tumbled from her lips, as he buried his head, his tongue gently parting the folds, sinking down into the soft folds of her petals. Gentle gasps slipped from between Vasanthi’s lips, as her fingers twisted into the white cotton sheet tighter. Her hands gently sliding down over the gentle curves of her bared breasts, touching nipples softly, teasingly, her head turned gently to one side.Legs parting fully, as Vasanthi drew them slightly. Mine are well controlled and I would argue that knowing them have made me stronger and better able to resist my feelings.What is to me ironic is that I have never heard Stephen King accused of being demonic even though he has written stories showing excellent knowledge on that subject. Nor have I heard of Agatha Christie accused of being a murderer, although she certainly must spend a lot of time researching and writing about some of the most unusual murders. That follows in almost every sort.