ask for it by name He pulled the cheeks of my soft brown sugar bunsapart as far as he could get them and sank his tongueinto me as far as it would go. Hold back… hold back…I had to keep telling myself that over and over again. Iwas all set to pop a cork — what with a tongue in mysnatch and another shoved up my chocolate butt — but Iwas greedy. I wanted to savor every single moment of theexperience and not miss a thing. “Yes!” I sobbed. “Oh, yes! Do it to me. Do it.Read More