Pressing her belly in tight to him, she parted her thighs, allowing her voracious pussy to ride, undulantly, up and down the hardness of his thigh muscle. Her lips, moist and slightly parted were offered up to him to be kissed.

His mouth, hot and wet crushed her own, and she felt his tongue burst into her oral vault to be sucked. Hungrily, she ovaled her lips to take it deep into her throat… while his hard, rough hands smoothed down over her back to the still painful flesh of her protruding buttocks to haul her up, tightly, to him. Her soft, resilient flesh didn't hurt as much now, but she could feel his hands so clearly… as though every square inch of her behind contained a million super-charged nerves. Meanwhile, her tiny hand was busy on the hard shaft of his cock, as she worked her hand up and down the massively solid length of it. His wiry beard and mustache tingled against her face, adding an extra erotic touch to her sexual arousal.

Mickey mumbled around her lips, "You're really hot for my cock, tonight… eh, Mama?"

"Oh, God… yes! I can't wait for you to… shove it in… and start fucking me!" she gasped, giving his prick a harder squeeze, as she milked at it, her upper leg going up over him to pull herself up even tighter to him. Now, she could feel the moisture that exuded from the head of his cock, the slippery, natural lubricant wetting the palm of her hand, and she rubbed it all around the bulbous head.

He was all she wanted, in this world. Oh, yes… it was true! Mickey was hard and tough… and he demanded strict obedience to his every whim; on the other hand, he protected her… took care of her. It was just like being married to him, except she could ball anyone else she pleased… just as long as she was there, when he wanted her. There were other aspects of their relationship she didn't like… such as his giving her to others to use… or inviting three or four at a time to fuck her every way there was in the book – and some that hadn't been written up, yet… but she was learning.