Her mouth was wide open, she was gasping, still pushing down on my head. I blew a little lower, aiming my breath on her exposed cunt. “Oh please, m...um!” she begged.I complied. I let her press my face down to her cunt, my tongue out and probing, finally finding her sweet pussy weeping cream for me. I licked her as dry as I could then spread her lips with my fingertips. My lips found her clit and I sucked it between them. Gaby’s upper body was bucking and rotating back and forth. I could. "It's kind of like a foreign language lesson," he joked.His days were filled with intensive training keeping his thoughts more on the fight ahead than lost or forgotten letters. The men in his unit only could speculate about their mission. There was one distraction. Dylan was focused on a girl he met while at a dinner given by a local family. She was young, seventeen, a little naive and as lovely as a moonlit summer's evening. Her name was Amelia. Dylan avoided the fact that he was married when. I parted her thighs roughly and began to lick her damp pussy, and sucking on her open lips. I was just about to probe the wetness inside her with my finger but she turned her head and stared at me. “I don’t want your fingers in there. They would be a disappointment. I don’t want to be disappointed.” I didn’t need any further instruction. I plunging my cock straight into her pussy and began to pump her as hard as I could. But the tiled floor was slippery so I put my feet on the carpeted. . because that's what you are now. You are a slut because that's what I want you to be. And, more importantly, you're my slut! And being my slut, I'll mould you into whatever I want... and what I want, in the long term, is for you to be scared of me. Are you scared of me now, Carol?" Scared might be too strong a word, Sir. You certainly worry me, that's for sure!"Suddenly he reached out with both hands and placed one onto each of my new boobs before squeezing them hard. The pain that shot.