He smiled and said, “Good.” Then the grin came on his face. “Such a hot, beautiful little cock-slut. XXX “That’s your fucking cherry-blood,” he said, wiping one of the red streaks off his cock with a finger. “Fucking little cock-whore. He left me sitting on the toilet, went over to the bathtub and started filling it with water. “I can’t believe how fucking tight your cherry-pussy was,” he said as he reached a hand between my legs, rubbing the hole he’d just fucked with soap and water. I didn’t say a word, but grabbed the panties and started to put them on. Yet even today, I often think about that day when I masturbate. I woke early the next morning with the potent
