“That doesn’t make sense. Becky stops just outside the door, and seems to hesitate. .” Her hand covers her mouth, as she continues to stare at me. Becky starts cleaning my cock with her mouth, and it feels delightful. The car is handling better than new. Pulling the drink from her hands, I take a quick sip, and know that she’s drinking a purple hooter. “Are you okay?” I ask slowly. She comes down from her orgasm and lifts her head enough to suck in the tip of my sliding cock. . Just because I feel like it, I bend over, and place a soft kiss on her knuckles. No, I wasn’t even a mortal back then. They’re dark, and stand out starkly against her pale skin. Well, it may be a Wednesday night, but maybe I should go out. Continuing to munch on her sensitive clitoris, I bring her orgasm higher and higher, before standing up and aiming my tool at her hole. They push Becky away from me, and I can see that she looks
