I don’t bite,” she said smiling. I held my dick inside her as the waves faded, massaging her little tits, squeezing her neck. (Another story altogether, that I have related earlier to my Dear Readers)
Tina was Linda’s neighbor, sometime buyer, sometime friend and part-time lover. I paused at her pink little cunt and slowly rubbed the head of my dick from her butt hole to her clit and back down again. I had a beautiful beavertail sap that held a hefty 14.5 ounces of lead shot in a gorgeous hand-stitched leather body. Tonight I put the plan in motion, and that required a visit to Tina’s. I felt her relax a little, tiny spasms shaking her body, her little tits jiggling. “You are a pretty good fuck.”
It took me an hour to search the small dingy house.
