A TRIBUTE to the KING

Little Girl Lost

Larry’s tongue leapt downward to caress the feather soft darkness of Maggie’s young cunthair. Unashamedly, he impaled her dewy pink pussy with his well-endowed tongue, grasping her soft little asscheeks in his palms all the while. His lascivious tongue bloated in her tiny puss-channel. He actually felt the bittersweet beads of nectar forming on his taste buds and, within the tight little passage, he savored the supple elasticity of the cherry he vowed to wreck before the night was out.

“Awwwooo!” she moaned, “you’re hurting me!” as the swollen head of Larry’s stiff ramrod wedged into her tiny, untried pusslips. He withdrew, and set his tongue back on its earlier course, licking her cuntlips first gently, then vigorously, then rabidly as a frothing dog. Puss juice flowed like rivulets in spring! Larry’s cock literally ached—his balls were like swollen seedpod ready to explode!

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