It could have been that her attire since the beginning of her summer vacation had consisted mostly of a skimpy string bikini, making her ninety percen... naked much of the time. Likely, it was a combination of things, but for whatever reason, her mind had been spending an awful lot of time thinking about sex lately, and her pussy seemed to be perpetually wet and throbbing, longing to be touched in any manner he chose fit. To her delight, he had seemed eager to please, indulging her new-found. “I’ve never had a woman squirt for me before. I’ll owe you something special for that.”He returned to my bleeding clit and lightly began sucking the blood from it, like water from a straw. The sensation was pleasurable enough, but nothing like before he bit off my clit’s head. I squirmed as he nibbled the ragged bite.“Do you know how deep inside your cunt this actually goes?” he asked, pulling away for a moment. His lips and chin were coated in my blood and cum.I shook my head.“You have inches. On shelves on the wall behind the display counter were jars with handwritten labels, most, if not all, were hard to read from a distance. The contents of the jars were either powders of varying colour, consistency and texture, or the oddest things dried out so they twisted and distorted into the weirdest shapes imaginable. In front of one section of the counter were three wooden stools and the area approximately resembled a bar counter. Carmen and Benita had just finished looking the store. “I doubt she’d be stupid enough to attack me.”“I’m not worried about that, Regina,” he says looking at her with caring eyes. “You can plenty well take care of yourself.”They both laugh at the statement. She turns to him, wrapping her arms around his neck to share a brief kiss. “You know all the right words to say to a girl.”“With you, I’ve had plenty of practice.”“Alright, let me get my things,” she says releasing her grip from around his neck. “Make sure Yarxnif knows he’s going to hold down.