“Mrrmmfff!” Julie screamed again into the man’s palm. “Tasty whore asshole. “Ngh,” she grunted immediately. And each time it hurt and stung even more. “Taste that mess, honey,” he said, grabbing Julie’s hair. She’d forgotten what was happening to her. The man yanked her sweaty, torn blouse off her as she sucked his dick clean. On the nightstand beside the bed, with the soft morning light sneaking in, Julie found a plate with two Eggo waffles, syrup and butter already atop them. It radiated bliss up her whole being and out every one of her pores. . “Eating your pussy the way you need, slut,” the man growled in response, before resuming his meal of schoolgirl pussy juice. She stood, blanket wrapped around her like a toga of modesty, and took the bag the man had given her.
