With one leg thrown over the arm of the chair, René’s tongue could travel along my crack from clit to asshole and back. Porn Sheer bliss, as I held him close, listening to his post-sex panting, and warm breath on my cheek, as were locked together. Would he remember, and love my taste or had he gone off to pastures new? “Good boy, René, you remember this taste, because I have plenty more, just for you?”
I shuffled my bum to the edge of the deat and leaned back, opening my thighs. Legs raised and wide apart, he again had access to all of my private bits, invaded both entrances. “Good boy, René, you remember this taste, because I have plenty more, just for you?”
I shuffled my bum to the edge of


















