"No mama, not that!" he said. I looked up at Tyler's face now. I saw a strain in his eyes. His body wouldn't keep still. It didn't look like he was in pain or wanted to stop. It looked like he was fixing to jump out of his own skin.
"What do you want baby?" I asked coyly and I planted a kiss on the tip of his p***s. Tyler's eyes closed and he moaned. I kept kissing his p***s, but followed his orders and didn't put it in my mouth. Tyler struggled to speak, his body swaying.
"Oh god mama, I want to f**k you," he finally blurted out in a dreamy voice. But he seemed to catch himself, recognizing what he'd said. His eye grew wide and he shook his head, "s**t mama, I didn't mean to..." he started. But without even trying to interrupt him, I quickly talked over him.
"Thank god!" I groaned. And
