“Oh?”I got up and went to the fridge, where I extracted two short drinking glasses filled with chilled chocolate pudding.“Mmmm, pudding,” she ...urred. “My favorite.”“I know,” I said. “That’s why I made it.”“You’re so good to me,” she sighed.“No I’m not,” I said, approaching her.She raised an eyebrow.“Why not?”“Because this is your dessert. My dessert is you. I’m going to eat you up,” I growled.She lifted both hands and made them tremble like aspen leaves in a stiff breeze.“Ooooo, now I’m so. “Please.”“But Katherine…”“Just do it. Do it and I’ll do anything for you. I need you too. I… just please.”How could I refuse? My dick had already responded to her requests, and the realisation of my secret fantasies, with an erection. I swirled my tongue against her snatch. She cried loudly, gasping and panting with saturated lust as I sucked the gloopy cream from my friend, feeling the slide of her lover’s mess as it flowed onto my lips.My arousal surged, I wanted her to plant her mouth on my. "Right, arms over your head and legs spread wide for me."She mutely raised her arms and spread her legs. He was fumbling at the front of his trousers and she heard the sound of his zipper. She couldn't help looking down as he opened himself, reached inside and pulled out his rampant cock. He held it in his hand, massaging its length, preparing it for her. He looked at her and saw the pale ivory body before him with its patch of dark pubic hair, her breasts proudly lifting as she nervously. I think of it as more of a profession. Come on newbie, do you want it or not? If you don’t want my mouth, I got plenty of other holes to get you off with.” “If you don’t mind me asking, did you start doing this before or after you began using drugs? The lining around your eyes, your thinning cheeks, your dulling hair, discolored fingernails, and chafed nose tell me that pot isn’t everything you do.” He asked. “What’s it to you faggot?!: Kelly shouted. “I’m just curious. Did you begin your.