Lenny pulled on her tit, which caused her to sit up higher, and Lenny pushed her head down further. “Suck me deep, baby…”Sally was shocked to fe...el him go even deeper this way, and when he twisted her hair left and right, she soon got the hint and started rotating her face back and forth, in addition to up and down, moaning freely. Soon, she started to feel light-headed, and pulled off, panting. Lenny gently cupped her face in his hands. “Oh, baby, you are so good at that!”Sally blushed,. "It's over."She shook her head against my chest in silent negation."What's wrong?" I asked her after a moment became clear she wasn't stopping."I... it's all my fault," she gulped. "I made you... I got you into this... you killed someone because of me. I made you a... a..." A murderer?" I asked.She looked at me miserably. "Yes." Lauren," I said. "I'm not a murderer. Maybe it's simplistic to say so, but the law agrees with me. Anything that just happened here is either self-defense or defense of. My friends and family do not know about my naughty little stories and would fall over dead if they ever found out.I can hear my mother screeching now, "You go wash out that dirty mind with soap!" I hear the angry mob crying: It is dirty! Smut writing opens a porthole to hell! Your eyes will bleed! Hmmm, let's test that last theory, shall we? Close one eye, just in case, and read the naughty excerpt below:You look down at the angel on her knees. Her blue eyes sparkle with desire as she looks up. There aren’t many people wholove having smoke blown at them over a meal so I’m verylucky to have found one that does! I sat opposite himpracticing my French inhales, only recently mastered,listening to his soft moans and watching his occasionalbashful look, as he got uncomfortable!Once breakfast was done, we went and bought newspapersand some magazines to read. The magazines were raunchyand we lay on the bed later, discussing pro’s and con’sof various pictures, most of.