I wanted to feel him inside of me, foreplay was taking too long but ohh he knew was he was doing. He licked me up and down, inserting one finger and r...ubbing me from inside, I asked for more and he supplied me with another finger, stretching me and releasing more juices for him to suck up while he tickled my clit with his tongue. He increased his pace, getting my close to coming but not many have ever succeeded in doing so. No matter how good it feels, making me cum is near to impossible. I sat. Meantime, he feels me up, has me ask him to please, please kiss me on my filthy slutty cocksucking mouth, and then he thrusts his tongue into said filthy slutty cocksucking mouth, a.k.a. cum-bucket, piss-pot, etc. He breaks the kiss long enough to tell me that my face smells like I’ve been sucking cock. He wants to take me out with his musk all over my face, women can always tell, he says, they’ll look at you and know what a dirty little cocksucker you are. ?Would you like that??I nod, eyes. I explained that I wanted a longer time simply enjoying our bodies. She grinned and responded by rolling me on my back and seeking my cock with her mouth. This meant her legs were each side of my head so, of course, I reached up, grasped her buttocks and pulled her almost flat on top of my face. My tongue dived between the slick folds, licking our combined fluids whilst a finger sought her g-spot.My concentration on that mellowed the undoubted effects of her mouth, tongue and suction on my. Not to mention the fine ass, either, as even though it was renowned for it's brilliant service, it was a place for low-lifes, gamblers, whores and the cellar was used for storage of bodies, as there was a fighting ring in the attic, and it was supposed to be fists only, but a multitude of things could be worn on the wrist. We sauntered in, throwing the corpse down the stairs to the cellar, bellowing for a good wench and the stakes for today's fights.Five hours later, Alex and I collapsed out.