“It was better when you kept your tattoo fu—” “Watch your mouth.” Ian glared. “When you kept your hands to yourself.” “That’s not what I asked.” “Then if you’re not going to listen to what I actually want, I don’t care what you do.” Silas quirked an eyebrow and let his hand slither up Ian’s leg. Ian tensed and froze, but didn’t resist. “I thought you didn’t care what I did,” he taunted, but took his hand away. “You know how I feel.” “You did better this time,” Silas said, changing the subject. “I’m not your pet.” “We both know you’re not going to report me. You could stop this, but you won’t.” “I wish you would, fuck though.” Silas watched Ian a orgy moment, but said nothing else. He was breaking the code by saying anything at all. He planted anal another kiss on Ian’s blowjob head—not well received—and stood. He collected his things and nodded to his brother. “The door will be unlocked. You can come up whenever you’re ready to.” “Where will you be?” Ian asked, matted hair hiding his face. “Gone.” Ian nodded. Silas never told him where he went when he was done with their “sessions”, and Ian never asked, but he seemed to appreciate the distance. The reverend's wife sucked hard with passion. This blowjob wasn’t as big or as cold as the carrot, and he managed to get quite a bit of it inside me before pulling it out again, before pushing it in again. But one thing I am sure. She just lowered herself onto the ground and warmed her belly with her hands. And walk we did. A loud motorcycle went down the anal street in front of our house which jarred me back to the now; I took another sip of my coffee. What a treat. On cue, a red pulse filled the auditorium, only to die a few seconds later. “Tuesday: its the vibrating panties day lol, you will use tattoo only them at home” “It’s a surprise, but we’re getting up early to go for a hike to one of my favorite places that I used to take your mother a long time ago.” My balls smacked into her flesh. “Yea, I just…” She gathered her hair again and started to orgy play with it. As I put my hand on the doorknob to the little reception area, he called out to me. “Grace, you will not pleasure yourself unless you decide not to accept. "I'm taking you to a friend house. Just to make sure he had got the message, I banged his head on the pavement again. He kept up a steady stream of foul names. And I did, it took all of 2 minutes before my body started jerking about and me to start moaning. It was Mr. Black who had his cock in my mouth and he fed me his cum, told me not to lose a drop and I found myself obeying him and not wanting to disappoint him. Better than all those boys.” Than even Clint Elliston, though he had been a stud. Claire bent down forward low as she read through the paperwork. What do you think of him?” Logan can't tell by her expression if she is impressed with his cock or frightened by its size. "I thought you told me that she was a fuck lesbian." She curved her still sleep-warm body around Misty’s whispering, “I love you.” The lovers kissed and fondled silently waiting for the complicated coffee machine to finish its mission, delivering them some intricately blended coffee Misty never intended making. Mom leaned over and grabbed her phone and began to snap pictures of my cock. Lucie told him. It was a soft tingling in the base of my skull, slowly seeping through my cerebellum like warm heroin. He wanted me again. I enjoyed the taste of his cum, a black man’s cum.