“We all know what a little whore you are, now just be a little slut and suck me nice” Ricardo commanded. Ricardo was still fingering Jen’s clit... as they watched me. Terry eased his pounding of my ass into a nice smooth rhythm as I started to taste Ricardo’s cock once again. I licked the sticky precum from Ricardo’s cock as I moved my tongue down the shaft to the balls, back up and then parted my lips and slid my mouth over the head and shaft. I began sucking his cock they way I had always. So, yes, he was a problem. Works too hard, plays too little, getting around to heart attack time. But he's cheerful, and fun, and he still says I'm beautiful. I love him."Dear old Martha," he said, smiling that "I care about you" smile he has. I know that one, just as I know all the others. That one is the best, I think. "I wish I could kiss it and make it better." You could," I said. I smiled again.So he did. It wasn't time, yet, for the regulation New Year's kiss, but he set his champagne. The edge of the green bag, packed full and covered with dust, was visible sitting next to the recliner. Her pace quickened and by the time she reaching the living room, she was running. She stopped as she reached the entryway, gasping with surprise. He was dressed in his desert fatigues and was on one knee next to the tree, examining the bounty that Santa had left. A sob caught in her throat, and she covered her mouth as he turned toward her with a smile. “Surprise,” he said just before she. She is so well endowed in this respect that it is not then easy to work my tongue systematically into every crease and crevice without gagging or withdrawing, both signs of the greatest disrespect. However, by dint of rinsing in my copious saliva and constantly swallowing, I have become very proficient in my ministrations. I have learned to dip deep into the Royal vagina with my tongue and then curl it back to suck every vestige of discharge to the surface. As you may imagine the harder I work.