Vinnie Sconzo was a filthy, low-life pig she wouldn’t even hire to wash her BMW. And Jeff, my God, her beloved Jeff...just a few hours ago she was watching his coffin being lowered into the grave!
“Once more with feeling,” Vinnie scoffed.
“Please, I would like...like very much to...to...kiss it...to kiss your prick.”
“You put that lipstick on just for me? Your mouth hot and wet?” he chided.
“Yes...yes, I made my mouth up just for you. My...my lips are...are hot and wet.”
“Your cunt. That wet too?”
“Yes...yes it is.”
Vinnie unzipped and fumbled inside his pants extracting his huge thick c**k, which had begun to swell. He held it out to her in the calloused palm of his greasy hand. Slowly she leaned down and pressed her lips to its bulbous head. “Tongue,” he said, holding it up and sq
