She lurched up and grabbed my head in her hands and forced it into her pussy where she crossed her ankles behind me back, locking me in. There was no...hing to complain about. I stick out my tongue and fell her wetness, tasting her sweetness. I trace around her labia, over her hood and down the other side, over and over at a steady, slow pace - a pace that registers in her bones every time I failed to touch her clit enough with the tip of my tongue. Slowly, I trace my tongue faster and. .... Faster..... bringing me so close to the edge. Ramming inside my tight hole. You fuck me so hard and fast that your cock slips out of me. “Put it back in, please babe. Put it back in. I need your cock so badly. Don’t stop“, I beg and you do just that. Continuing to fuck me I start to circle my hips back against you. Matching your strokes. You hold completley still, as you feel the first contraction around your cock. You lick over my shoulder, my neck then softly bite my ear. You start to. She was not. I simply asked her if I could walk in her flowers to get some better pictures. She smiled and told me that she had some much prettier flowers out back in her garden. She told me that her name was Elizabeth and invited me in. I followed her right through the house and out the backdoor.Her garden was beautiful, the flowers had vibrant colors, and her backyard was quite private. I complimented her on her garden and asked her how she got it that way. I was not prepared for the. "Carla, that was an outstanding blow job. Well worth thirty dollars. You're a credit to the Northern High School Cheer Squad." I dropped a brand new twenty and a wrinkled ten in her lap.She was still fishing for them when the impact of my words hit her."You . . . you know who I am?" Carla Dawes, class of '94. 'Go Vikings!'" I added with a snort."Who the fuck are you?" I'm Brendan Fucking Cooper, you whore." Brendan Coop—You're Steve Cooper's little brother!"Steve is my older brother, three.