On a third occasion her vocal approval had been muffled by Gérard’s cock. He’d fucked her mouth and sprayed her tongue and throat with his essenc...e. She’d swallowed all of it and smiled up at him.She was irresistible in that pose and Gérard did not even attempt to resist her. He lowered his torso to cover her entirely and kissed her thoroughly and completely and with liberal use of his tongue. He tasted himself and liked it. Unlike many men he was not scared off by the taste of semen. Indeed, he. Others had finished eating, and were cleaning dishes.Dexter paused to study a silver camper. It was large, and had a slide that extended out, so that a third of the trailer was basically a double wide. He hadn’t seen one with a feature like that. There were a couple of antennas on the top. One of them looked like a satellite television receiver.An elderly couple was seated by a silver camper. They waved to him. The man looked to be nearly seventy, and the woman just a little younger. Dexter. The woman he’d looked for. The one that could share his life, share the pent up pain of losing his father, his brother, in fact his long family history to the curse, and the ultimate pain of having to watch his mother suffer day after day as she wrestled with her mind, fighting the curse that had its own way with her. But he fought that longing. The curse wasn’t going, no matter what magic his mother tried to conjure up, and he wouldn’t subject Sasha to the kind of pain his mother lived. I roll my tongue over her clit and inner lips. My fingers playing with her erect nipples, I savor every drop of her juices, sticking my tongue deep inside her to taste her from the source of her wetness. I move my hands to her thighs as I spread her legs wider, opening her up more so I can see every incredible part of her pussy. I run my fingers over her lips and clit, slide them inside her then out and down over her ass, watching her reaction with every movement of my hand. My mouth again.