"I admit it. I killed Grant Fitzgerald, and I'd do it again. He promised me the world, but never delivered. I was a simple country girl before he sed...ced me and stole my life. I loved him, but he betrayed me. So I did it -- I shot the son of a bitch!" Puppy chow," said Willie Malter in a high-pitched squeal. He cleared his throat and glanced at the confused man behind the newsstand, the courtroom drama dissolving into mist. Quickly stomping off down the street, Willie Malter found his way to. I had cum as he had ordered. Now I knew he would release me. But no... I felt the flick of his tongue against my clit and he dug deep into my core, a thumb circling my clit, my folds. My pelvis jerked beneath him, straining to feel his tongue within me.“Hold,’ he cried and I forced myself to go beyond this place, to rise above the exquisite torture as he orchestrated my arousal. Time stretched as he prolonged the desperate need within me, the burning agony until, he clicked his fingers, “Now,”. I was still throbbing violently. I began undressing her but she said “Tera mere saath pehli baar hein naa!.. thoda ruk jaa”.She then sat up, slipping her arms upto my face. Before I could protest – I tasted apricot lipstick and a warm tongue. In between our moist, saliva laden kisses – she had told me about everyone she had fucked in our society -“tu sharmilla hi reh gayan bas!” I was growing furious and crazy. My hands were all over her but she was still dressed in her big cleavage blouse,. ” She was still polishing away, and a crisis point was getting close.That’s as big as it will get, so you’ll have to stop now.” I told her.“Oh, I though from what my friends said that something big happened at the end,” Willy said with a pout.“It does, it does, and it’s just about to happen, but I’d rather not do it with you, I don’t think it’s appropriate right now, plus it’s very messy and you’re not ready for it.“Ok, so maybe another time,” she said.“Yeah,” I heard myself say, “Another.