She was suddenly flooded with a feeling of being special to him. Her heart yearned for yet a deeper connection.She quickly steeled herself against bei...ng carried away. “Down girl,” she told herself firmly. She smirked at her teenaged infatuation, glad that he couldn’t see her expression while her face was still tilted over his hand. Sternly, she reminded herself, “I’m his sex slave, not his girlfriend.” Knowing what a sex slave should do, she reached up and took his hand in hers, licking him. He said yes but your wife has a personality where his doesn't mix with other men.A couple days later she wanted to know if he found one of the receipts for the car he promised her. So I said text him off your own phone. So she did. I wanted to know what he was going to text her.They text each other for half hour. There was a lot more smiley faces kisses n winks from him, and I could tell he was really feeling her but at the same time she was finding his personality really appealing and she said. To make her even more attractive is she's a hentai artist. Probably explains why sis is so into girls and why I'm not really into porn. I'm not gay or anything, it's just that, when you grow up around the stuff, you kind of get desensitized to it.I think Mom hated the fact that I was a boy, too, 'cause she loved writing lesbian (yuri) hentai and she and my sister were her only body models. But that's not to say she didn't love me. She fed us all and provided a home and support in everything we. I slurped and slurped, and he grew bigger and bigger. I said, "I need you to come in my mouth." He became more aroused, and began to pump mightily.Finally, he erupted in my mouth. He came in powerful thick spurts, and I enjoyed swallowing every last drop. He was completely spent. Then he said, "Girl, you are one hot little slut. Come on sweetheart, let's get on the bed."I stood up, and he picked me up and carried me over to the bed, and gently placed me on it, lying down next to me. We stayed.