Helplessly Brad licked his lips. “So good…” he whispered.
“So you like my little idea now, don’t you?” she asked casually.
Uncertain, Brad bit his lip.
“Just imagine,” she suggested softly. “You’ll never have to wonder, After the next guy uses her, and kisses her and touches her, and comes all over the inside of her…will she make me do it again tonight? Will she let me?” Her dark eyes gleamed as they burned into his. “Will she think any less of me if knows I can’t resist, and she sees how much I actually enjoy slurping someone else’s jism right up out of her p***y?”
Brad trembled, his eyes dreamy as he imagined it. He could smell the salty-sweet odor of her excited v****a, and the scent made his every nerve ending flutter instinctively.
“Will she make me perform for her?” crooned Alys
