I heard her moan, “You like my cunt, don’t you, my pet?” When I didn’t answer, but continued licking, she pulled my head up and asked again, “You like my cunt, don’t you, my pet?”
Craving more of her luscious juices, I answered the humiliating question, “Yes, I like your vagina.”
“My vagina,” she chuckled. Indian porn sex Strangely, instead of shame, I felt good and texted back. The silence was killing me. It took longer than usual, but the crescendo finally hit and I came on the side of the road like a cheap slut. Searching the net one night I came across Literotica, a massive erotica story site. I was startled when Rosie warned, “I don’t mean to rush you, my pet, but I have an engagement at eight.”
My eyes went wide with the thought of someone seeing me in this humiliating sexual position. “Come in, my pet.”
A chill went up my spine at being called pet and I walked in desperately trying to hide my nervousness, but to no avail. But if you want a second helping of my cunt, you will have to submit unconditionally to me.”
I remained silent, no longer able to process my bizarre predicament or the undeniable stirring that was warming my vagina down below.
