I don't consider myself mean, but verbal humiliation can be fun sometimes. The sun was setting behind us, so I decided to play a little game in the tw...ilight. I got up from the bench and straddled him. I put his hands on my waist, took a puff of my cigarette, and blew it in his face. He flinched from the smoke and ogled my breasts right in front of his face. I was curious to see if he would try and grab them through my dress.I blew smoke in Gilbert's face until I finished the cigarette. He kept. Her thighs were so exquisitely fashioned, that either more in, or more out of flesh than they were, they would have declined from that point of perfection they presented. But what infinitely enrich'd and adorn'd them, was the sweet intersection formed, where they met, at the bottom of the smoothest, roundest, whitest belly, by that central furrow which nature had sunk there, between, the soft relieve of two pouting ridges, and which in this was in perfect symmetry of delicacy and miniature with. As Steven sucked her outer labia into his mouth, he tasted something different. This time Steven could taste a little of his cum, mixed with Sandra’s delicious love juices. He pushed his tongue as deep inside Sandra as he could. He was actually enjoying the taste of their mixed love juices. He then got up and kissed Sandra, allowing her to taste their combined juices on his lips and chin. Sandra sucked his face clean, before asking for more. The exchange continued Sandra’s breathing became. I made sure to take pictures of her in this state. She alternated from flicking her tongue around my clit to plunging it deep inside me. For someone who I know has eaten pussy before, and whose sole purpose at this time was to bring me pleasure, my slut did not do a very good job. By the time she thought she had finished, my pussy looked like a German shepherd had slobbered all over it and I was no closer to coming than when I started. I think it’s time to find a new assignment for my slut. I.