“Guess what, Slut-boy?”
Nikki was recovering from perhaps her sixth orgasm of the day so far. Usually she was good for at least a dozen over a given twenty-four hours. She was sitting on Slut-boy’s face, looking down between her breasts into his extremity-crazed eyes as she gently pumped her hips, rocking that big c**k back and forth against her g-spot with delicious slowness. Timing his breaths so as to get a sip of air every time her vulva eased its press against his nostrils (something he’d obviously long since been forced to become an expert at) Slut-boy blinked clear his teary gaze and focused his entire adoring attention on her.
Nikki felt that possessive fondness and amused contempt surface again at the limitless love, trust, worship and lust in those pretty hazel eyes. Oh he was
