Hoopenlicker raised a hand. “Though it may not appear as such after our little tryst, Albert,” she began. “If you’d be willing, Mr. Do you like what you see?” she teased. In the light from the fire, it still glistened wetly from the mix of their combined juices as she examined it closely before she licked his waning tumescence clean. “Ahhhhh, oh, oh, oh, fiddley FUCK!!”
Albert began to twitch. “I adore the way you express your feelings in such a guttural way. Its length was as long as her forearm with the smooth apple-sized head hidden under the foreskin. Her puss puss felt absolutely and completely stuffed full of his cock. Hoopenlicker stopped at the door and turned back. She stopped at the first sign of her garter and bare thigh. “Your words have me at a loss, Mrs. Johnson. He very much wanted Mrs. His landlady opened it and removed a small wedge of sponge. Hoopenlicker was not one to stand on ceremony and always spoke her mind.
