Switching his hands around, a couple of Jonas' pussy-wet fingers entered the woman's asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a home inside h...er moisturized cunt.Angela felt at least two slippery fingers slip inside her asshole. Her own cunt-juice had lubricated the masculine digits which were digging into her as deep as they could. The fingers playing inside her pussy felt good, but the fingering intruders inside her ass were creating sensations she never knew existed.Jonas' mouth. "Swallow, baby." This is the first step to marking my territory, love. You will experience the next ones soon."He then unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans. He takes out the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."You will need to beg for it baby. I want you to be my slut. Soon, I will let others use you too. But you need to learn to beg for what you really crave sweetie. Say it." Hmm well... I really want that cock Daddy. Please let me have your cock in my mouth." Good boi! I'm so proud of. What is equally perplexing as a man’s desire to satiate his woman is the way her tastes will change with each man she dines with. When I was your age, or younger even, I had my own Chef Johnny who was a wizard at the kitchen counter. He could get me to eat anything, anywhere, without complaint. But what happened after we were finished and slouching in our dining room chairs, both in ecstatic food comas? Silence. When the food coma wore off? Boredom. And the sex? What a snooze! Chef Johnny could. As it got wetter and wetter, I then all of a sudden felt it engulfed by a huge wave of warmth, and could feel a slight pulling pressure too. I lifted up the quilt to see him sucking on my cock, and it felt great. The warmth of his hot mouth. After a few moments, he came back up to the surface and said Was that good?! to which I nodded and said My turn! He smiled and turned on his back. I slid under the quilt feeling the warmth of his soft skin as I made my way. My face landed right by his.