Slurping noisily on his cockhead, I jerked him off into my mouth, pumping spurts of his sticky syrup that I gobbled up greedily. After I drained out ...he last few drops, he almost fell backwards and weakly leaned against the bathroom wall. He shook his head in disbelief, amazed at my precocious skills. I left for home with a fistful of tens and twenties in my hand. As I said earlier, this became fairly regular, and I had so much money hanging around that I could no longer conceal it in my. Her arms were to her side as she zoomed forward, enjoying the wind whipping her beautiful blonde hair behind her. Yes, she was happier doing this than anything else - it gave her a chance to put her supreme failure behind her, if only just for a moment.That supreme happiness changed to confusion as if a switch was flipped - the binary rainbow colors surrounding Captain Marvel disappeared abruptly, and she started to tumble out of the sky. Confusion led quickly to fear, and fear immediately. Rodney saw me kissing Brian’s cock. He peeked in from the hallway, again.”“Oh, shit. What’d he say? Did you talk to him?”“Yeah, after Kirsten went to bed. He’s a naughty little boy. He had lots to say. He made my panties wet.”“Hee hee ... have you told Kirsten this shit?”“Oh hell no. And I made Rodney promise not to tell. And Brian. And you.”“I never see the girl. That won’t be a problem.”“Girlfrand ... I can’t wait ‘til this weekend.”“Neither the fuck can I ... what the fuck time is it?”“It’s. I slapped her ass as she pushed back into me, the cold air tickling her nipples, her lip bleeding from biting it so hard. I thrust, and we struggled to keep our silence (even though the sound of her wet sex inviting me in would have been unmistakable to anyone awake in that house). She grunted with the effort, and my fingers dug into her thighs. I pushed, and pushed, and pushed, feeling - not for the first time, and certainly not the last - that I'd never been so hard or so horny as when Monica.