He was digging between my greasy labia and into my love tunnel with his tongue, getting deeper and deeper, and all I could do was moan and sort of thrust my hips a little while I clutched at Bush. XXNX I was shaking out the quilts and blankets, satisfied that there weren’t any fleas or lice or anything. “They’re as trained as I need ’em, bitch. Pretty soon my whole body was warm all over and everywhere they happened to lick me it felt good. “Good girl,” he stroked my hair for a second and you’re gonna think I’m crazy, but I sorta liked it. It was warm and comfortable in there, and I’d been a professional stripper anyway, so it wasn’t like I was shy.
