"Come on, show me something," he said. "Let me see your tits."

She stepped back and started stripping. She kept her eyes on his prick. She watched his fist as he stroked himself. When her tits were free, she held them in her hands and pointed her nipples at him. "Nice?"

"You're good shape."

"Squeeze some juice out of the tip of your prick. I like to see that."

"Makes you hot, huh?"

"That's right. I hope you know how to fuck. I need a good fucking tonight."

"You'll get it."

"But before you fuck you eat, right?"

"Show me some cunt."

She peeled her panties off. Now she wore nothing but the garterbelt and nylons. She loved the heat in his eyes. She sat down in one of the chairs, pulled her knees up and opened her legs wide.

"Here's dinner," she said.

He went down on her without any preliminaries. He came to the chair, went down on his knees and zoomed in to get his mouth on her cunt. She liked a bit more subtlety, but she told herself maybe he would make up for it in other ways. She couldn't really order him around. It wasn't like he worked for her. She wished he did work for her. Then she would tell him to sniff and lick before he sucked. She would make him do it right. With this one she had to worry about getting him mad. She still wanted to get fucked. She wanted that big cock he had.

But he did have a nice tongue. A big fat tongue like his big fat cock. He lapped up and down. No matter she had just had her pussy eaten less than an hour ago. Her cunt was running again, the juice oozing out as though a damn had opened. All that juice streaming over his mouth. She couldn't help teasing him a little.

"You're getting your face wet," she said.

"You're like a faucet."