She did not quite know why. It was an uncontrollable response. She needed to kiss it. She burned to suckle it. She had to consume it. She enjoyed the ...difficulty of taking it inside her small mouth as it stretched her jaw beyond maidenly propriety. Feeling herself opening her mouth so wide to be entered and probed by the King’s mammoth trunk made her feel wanton and lustful, yet vulnerable and weak, and she loved it. She wanted, nay, needed to feel its swell and weight within her mouth. She had. This went on for spasm after spasm until I finally let go of Darrell's head and he gulped for air, but he was smiling the whole time at seeing my pleasure.Darrell, with his wet and shiny face and a shit-eating grin, crawled up to me to hold me tight. We kissed again for many minutes only stopping long enough for me to catch my breath after the intense orgasm that had rocked my body. Darrell said, "You taste so damn good, Marcy! I want to do that again!"I replied, "Honey, you can eat my pussy. ”His shaking hands unfastened his waistband and his huge cock came into view. Ten inches at least. I don’t have the smallest hands and I could hold it with both and the tip still showed over them and my fingers only just met as I gripped it. I just stared and felt him remove my lower hand then guide my top hand to begin to rub him up and down.“Gently,” he said softly. “Just rub it gently until I tell you.”I did as he said and was fascinated by the huge, purple knob coming into view as I. She checked her mascara and reapplied a fresh layer of burgundy lipstick, wiping away a smudge with the edge of her pinky. Straightening her cocktail dress and taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door and re-entered the party. Her golden eyes searched the crowd and found Diego huddled in a corner, talking animatedly to Dimitri Chernovich. Sophia slipped quietly out to the balcony of the mansion, the raucous din of the party pummeled hungrily against the glass behind her. She leaned against.