Make my pussy sing.” I pleaded. I tasted delicious. I took some of her pee in my palm and rubbed it on my body and also smelled it and tasted it. Then he did it. I had one hope in doing all this. I blushed. I slowly licked it moving my tongue around it and sometimes touching the tip of my tongue on the tip of her clitoris. I held the cheeks in my hands and parted them further. Although I am actually from Mississippi, I do know a few hot spots in Memphis. It started dripping drop by drop on the bed linen. We went in and I had a black coffee while we chatted some more. I fucked him so hard my pussy juices splashed against his groin every time I came down. “Whose pussy is this? I knew when I arrived, what I had in mind. Don’t worry, I will cover the cost.”
“No, Savin,” I said, “I can’t let you do that.
