Chapter 145 Black Cock Worship: A Woman's Fall 4
- She led me to the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine, we chatted for twenty minutes and were on our second bottle of wine already, well on our way to drunk, when she asked how my Brazilian had 'gone', so to speak. I joked, "It's as smooth as a baby."
- "Yummy," she smiled, making me blush.
- "You're so bad," I said playfully, somehow completely captivated by her, the image of her going down on me popping into my head.