It tasted so good! I moaned into her husband’s cock, and she laughed, “Good slut!” She mocked. “How does that feel, slut? Her dad got right in my face, a short stout Irishman, “If I ever catch you in this house again, I’m going to kick your ass!”
I mutter a meek “yessir” as I scurried off and tail between my legs. “Yeah,” I responded. “Yes, Mistress.” I got back down on my knees again, Master’s cock still rock solid. She was really working it, up and down her head bobbed, giving twists with her mouth and hand. She’d then take a swig of Listerine and rinse her mouth out as she didn’t want cum breath. Now get up!”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said as I slowly got up to my feet. She loves me still, but it’s something non-romantic. I was in heaven with this fit beast of a man, and his raging cock in my throat.
