I leaned up against the headboard as he knelt between my legs,rubbing his cock up and down my ass,spitting on it to get it nice and wet.I pulled my ch...eeks apart as he teased me with it,nudging the tip against my hole till it relaxed then pulling back.My ass was almost sucking him in,already willing to swallow his hot member,if only he'd let me.Taking hold of my legs and pinning them right back he finally pushed the head of his cock into me and i gasped with pleasure,my tight little fuck-hole. And then, when my mind slowly returned from my own ecstasy in which it had been so breathlessly lost, when I was capable of thinking again, another thought began to take shape, and it was an uncomfortable one.I would have to tell where I had found that stone, that was obvious. But equally obvious was what a treasure like this would provoke: greed. Where this one had come from, many more must be. And once we'd be looking for them, we would find them.We would come in peace, of course. We would. I am here to be used like this… my mouth isn’t my mouth, it is your's to use for your pleasure. As if you can read my mind… and maybe you can with how fully you are inside my head with your cock… you remind me, “What a perfect little fuck hole that mouth makes. You do so well taking it for me. What other holes need filling today whore?” You pull out your cock and I gasp for air, spit and precum dripping down my chin. “That was not a rhetorical question pet. Answer me.”“Any hole you need is what. According to the story, she wasn't too choosy about which clit she sucked, either. Momma had always had a big laugh at how she'd drunk more of her momma's cum than her breast milk. Her auntie's too.So when women in the Cholos were 'between men' they'd often got together to have a little party of their own – the kind of party that had nice little games like '69' or 'face-sitting' (which she secretly loved, especially when the woman sitting on her face would grind and fuck on her mouth and.