Are you trying to kill me?” “Not entirely,” I say with a slight giggle. I wrap my mouth around his cock, as I twirl my tongue around the head of... him. I can taste his flesh against my tongue. I slowly work him into my mouth; I feel his body tense slightly, he is trying so hard to watch the road. To tease him more, I push every last inch of his cock into my mouth before allowing my mouth to pull off lightly, letting my teeth graze him. “Ooh, Kitten. Please, please you know what that does to me.”. ” He shook his head. “We aren’t art. You, me, all of us are machines. Living ones, yes, but still machines. Your heart pumps blood through your veins and supplies energy to your muscles. You ingest fuel through your mouth and when you’ve burned it for heat, your body excretes the waste. Take your muscles.” He smacked his right palm into his thick, left arm. “They are a complex form of machines. They flex and pull, responding to impulses from your brain. What a great machine each living creature. Robert had no experience with females of any age. He never even thought about looking for a wedding ring, of course to him, back then, that would mean nothing anyhow. He only noticed she was wearing a pleated beige skirt, a similar color wool sweater with some kind of maroon logo or crest on the chest and white tennis shoes and white socks. She had auburn mid length hair, brown eyes and gold earrings. In other words she was not dressed like a student, nor was she dressed like a conservative. He couldn't hold the slow and gentle forever though. The sight of his huge black rod pushing into her innocent looking mouth, and her small body writhing in pleasure on the bed excited him a great deal. Finally, with a loud yell, he began spurting his load into her stomach.Alicia was on cloud nine. She came, squirting into her panties as she felt his cock thicken and shoot spurt after spurt of his cum into her stomach. She loved every second of what he was doing."Oh my God," he said, pulling.