“So do it,” she told him flatly. “Eat my c*m. Feel it, smell it, taste it.” Shivering faintly, she reached a slender white hand down her belly, and with one elegant fingertip she began to masturbate delicately.
Despite his revulsion at what she suggested, oh, how that finger upon the point of her protruding purple c******s mesmerized and thrilled him! He pulled her wider with his thumbs so he could watch. His poor c**k pounded.
“Do it, Brad,” Alyssa said quietly, rubbing herself before his wide eyes. “Do it. That little clitty is for me right now, but the c*m is aaallllll for you! Now show me how much you desire me.”
Despite the shame, the humiliation, the natural revulsion, he could not resist. His heart hammered. His nerves quivered. His poor c**k pounded betrayingly rigid, and his en
