A few days had seemed like a life time. Early morning f*****g was the best, I loved to wake up to a good seeing to. It always set me up for the day. However, I was trying my best to be good. I didn’t want to drain him too quickly. With more than a hint of sadness, I lifted myself off his c**k. I stood up on the bed towering over him.
“What about my little cunt? Do you think they will like it?” “I think I'll need a closer look” he replied
“A very close look? I stood over him and began to lower myself down. I was limber enough to crouch just above his face. “Close enough for you? Or even closer?” My c******s rubbed against his nose. I let out a little shriek as I felt a wet tongue touch me. “Mr Jones” I exclaimed “You naughty boy”. I stood up again. Normally I would have let him devour me
