CHAPTER NINE
After she had kissed young Roy Benson goodbye and watched him chug off on his Vespa, Janet went back to her bed. She lay on her back, feeling immensely feminine and open to male assault. Her cunt felt open and warm and slick. And at times she would almost swoon with the intensity of her memories of their lust.
Her bed was damp with sweat and with spilled c*m. She had preserved much of the boy's hot cream. She had sucked him off once more before he left. But he had loosed a really big load in the red and swelling heat of her black-haired p***y. Much of that had leaked out.
"That wonderful, hard, little kid c**k!" she mused in a whisper. And then she shook her head. "I'm doing you wrong, Roy baby," she muttered with a grin. "That's a lot of c**k. And you've got a talent for u
