A TRIBUTE to the KING

Almost Infamous

I stood before him now, pink roses on my panties, and twin peaks in my bra. My clit, in the past rubbed raw by fantasies of such encounters, began to throb with genuine heat.
I felt my cunt lips starting to swell and while I reached behind to unlatch the bra, I thought I whiffed my own scent in the air. Raw, liquid desire seemed to waft from between my legs. It made me blush, but it made me shameless. The very air seemed perfumed with cunt. I let my bra drop without looking where it landed. Now we were both almost naked…

Anal Anxiety

His tongue suddenly flicked. A wet fire charged through my scum-boot. I bore down on his throbbing cock as he fingered me deeply and continued to eat me...teasing my clit, licking and softly biting the outer lips, tonguing the alphabet on it oh so rightly…Then he spread my ass cheeks, and the air tickled where I wasn’t used to being exposed. Gently and slowly, he slipped in a lubed finger and I so didn’t want it to feel so good…