The Last Date
Teresa Houle
Fall 2009
Fall 2009
“I’m going to eat your face with my pussy,” she said, hovering above his gawking face, open legs exposed.
She lowered herself onto him and savored his face. She tasted his tongue and she liked it. Becoming ravenous for him she ate and slurped and consumed until his face was a wet, chewed mess.
“You should wash up,” she said, pussy full of him and needing rest.
No answer.
Not again. My super is going to get suspicious.