He had never mentioned the word 'love'. She was sure he never would say it. Such an emotion was beyond him. Did Terry love the bearded gang leader? Perhaps… in her own way, she loved him, because she needed him and depended upon him. Would she ever leave him? Yes! That depended upon when he became tired of her… then she'd be replaced, completely… or she'd share him with another mama. If he shed himself of her… what then? She'd just have to find another rider. It was as simple as that! She didn't want to think about it. Right now, she was Mickey Blackum's mama… and that was all that mattered!

Pulling her face back and away from him and breaking the deeply passionate kiss, she hissed, hoarsely, "Oh, God Mickey… I'm so ready… for you! Let's fuck… right now!"

She released his cock and rolled to her back to plant her widespread feet, solidly, her knees flexed and thighs splayed open, obscenely, as her hips ground in tiny circles under her, inviting his plundering entrance into her seething cunt.

"Well… I'm in the mood for a little cunt-lapping first!" he grunted. "You'll really pop, then!"

With exasperating slowness, she watched him, as he rose to his knees and came between her spread legs, dropping his head down within bare inches above her warm, pulsing vaginal furrow. His long hair hung down to sweep across her naked loins, teasingly, and the tip of his bushy beard feathered down through the moist, pink flesh of her sensate cunt. She shuddered with the delicious sensations being generated in her loins.

Excitedly, she begged him, then, "Oh, Mickey… Mickey… I don't care… whether you fuck it… or suck it… but p-please… do something!"

Mickey had never seen her this worked up, before… of course, he'd never fucked her this soon after administering a beating, either. He decided she must have liked it… that there was a masochistic streak in her, and he'd sure as hell remember it… in the future… Damn… that could lead to some real turned-on fucking!