My God, you are insatiable. My beautiful whore. I crouch down and part your fleshy cheeks with my fingers, then move close, I can smell your sex and m...y cock is dripping with excitement. I push my tongue between your swollen labia, licking all around the glistening folds and you cry out. I suck your pink lips into my mouth, then pull back, letting them pop from my mouth as you circle your hips. I lick down and around the hood of your clit, then upwards and press my tongue into your tight rim.. It’s not about dying, it really isn’t. It can be a cry for help but for most it’s to help cope with emotional pain. It’s a completely stupid way to cope; I’ll be the first to admit that. But I will also admit that it worked unfortunately. Like any other addiction, soon your normal ‘fix’ isn’t enough. You have to cut more or sometimes find something else to hurt yourself with to feel the same effects. It’s completely fucked up. I’m lucky in that I didn’t actually get that far. I did stop. He was very heavy for such a short man.“Soldier,” he rolled his tongue.“At service, Comrade Lieutenant,” I answered the way I had to.“Fuck that Lieutenant, here, help me undress and let me sleep, lock the door when you leave.”“Yes, Sir.”It was hard to undress him because he was groggy, jerking and mumbling something every now and then. It was both sad and comic to see him in such a state. Lieutenant Željko had a sculptured body. In his early thirties, he started losing his hair (probably from. I can't resist moving my head down to suck your other nipple. I feel the other one stiffen between my fingers. The pace of our love making intensifies, as your bikini bottom and my uniform falls to the deck. I throw back the head of the deck chair so it is totally flat, and we roll down onto it, your legs wide open. I position myself above you waiting for that intense moment of filling you. I take you swiftly, sinking my glistening shaft all the way up to my balls. You feel them fall against.