He asked
if she was all right and she said she’d never felt
better. Not yet. Xxnx “Thank you, sweet, wonderful Paul.”
She struggled up onto an elbow. He knew he was
supposed to go down on her. He‘d
listened to others tell all about their talents when
eating hair pie. This time? He heard her
crying again and knew it was all right. Her pussy got its
kissing and licking. “Will you wash off that cream, or shall I do it? When his climax
neared he stopped and waited; Paul had learned that
afternoon. Until she knew she’d die of coming. Her eyes never seemed to stop
staring up at him, watching, seeming to be checking if
he was enjoying her efforts. He needed sleep now. She took it slow and easy.
