My mouth waters as I lower my tongue closer. One small lick. He stirs. I look up, expecting his surprised stare, but his sleeping state lets me know t...at I am still safe, which makes me bolder. My hand continues to stroke his now hard cock, as my free hand begins to rub little soft circles on my clitoris. Little moans escapes, as my hand continues to move. His cock, hard and beautiful, beckons me to take it in my mouth. I lick the underside of his cock and he stirs again, yet, doesn't wake up.. I took the shaving oil and sprinkled a few drops around her asshole before rubbing it into her pussy below. The time was about half ten on a Saturday morning. Her flesh was glittering; fine hair looking blond in the sunlight. I looked at her and didn’t know what to do. The sight overwhelmed me. I hit the pause button and fantasized a while; I wanted to put my cock in; I wanted to suck her cunt; I wanted to bite it; I wanted to pour cream there and dip strawberries in it; I wanted to take a tiny. It might be motherly love at first but soon this love grows and finds its consummation. Every love must find its consummation otherwise the soul remains starved just like plants without water. The great holy mother might as well take the form of some distant relative or she could even appear as one’s daughter, mother, sister, aunt, grandmother or even as a lover or wife. She appears to fill that void in the man’s life. She is ‘Prakriti’ and man is ‘Purusha’, they are incomplete without each. This was her dream come true.“I know a way to shut her up.” Steve chuckled. “Make her get on her knees. She’s going to suck my cock.” Kitty started struggling again as she was forced to her knees. She was so wet. She almost wanted to do anything they asked, as long as they fucked her. She hadn’t seen the other man who was holding her, but his cock was driving her wild as he shoved it back and forth between her legs. The cock was all wet now and was pressing up against her asshole as a.