“Go on,” he urged gently, his face feeling warm.
“The feel of it is good to me,” she tried to explain. She swallowed. “A p***s,” she whispered.
“I-in your mouth?” wondered Kalesh, feeling his blood pound. How the thought thrilled him!
Those naughty lips quirked in a dirty little smile. “Yes,” she admitted, her lids half lowered. “It is big and thick and hot, and I have made it so—I! And it…" Shyly she blinked. “It fills me!” she whispered.
Walking was difficult with the bloated head of his aching c**k pushed out against the inside of his uplifted loincloth, but Kalesh maintained his dignity as best he could. “And you eat the c*m,” he commented in attempted matter-of-factness.
Mara squirmed, but she could not deny the fact. “I know it is wrong,” she said mournfully, “but somehow there
