I know it’s weird. The pussy perfume wafted around me like chains. I felt just like helpless prey when she kneeled down again to finish the job. That rich wiry hair on her pussy brushed my lips and spread out the perfume in waves, making my cock swell up to near bursting. At first she just begged and pleaded. I just sat there watching her close in over my throbbing dick. She belly-danced around and when she came close I gave her a good hard slap on the ass. I was trying to snap out of it by getting her to behave, but the little pleading cry she made couldn’t have been sexier. The cannibal thing got me hard. I thought I had died. I like being dressed like that for blow jobs. She whined and said no one else’s cum helped. Some agenda. As soon as I thought that I realized that that was just what she was. I must admit it got me horny listening to her beg and plead over the phone.
