"Give me a real massage with your tongue, honey," she ordered, smiling as the sensation of his mouth on her cunt sent fabulous waves of joy into her vulva.
She looked down at his c**k; it was tremendous. Obviously, this game did a terrific job of getting him all excited. He liked to be treated like a worm. And she liked doing it to him, too. She was astonished at this streak of cruelty in herself. But it wasn't really cruelty. It was all a game of pretended power. She was not going to beat him to a pulp, or anything like that. She was just going to do some of the things she had never done before.
She had heard what he had done in the bathroom with Greta. He had peed on her. She wondered how he would respond to that! But first, she would let him eat her cunt for a while, for that was real
