Deep conversations

Mata scribbled another rule.

The writer of this rule is the owner of this book. Only the owner can see this book. The book and a pencil is always within arms reach of the owner.

There Mata thought. Now nobody can change those rules but me. Mata refocused. The pillar of perfection before her had began to leak out its tip. Precum dribbled down its length while Kira continued to snore unaware of her condition but beginning to become restless. Mata got closer. Her small hands couldn’t wrap around its girth. Kira moaned in her sleep. The Amazon woman responded unconsciously, her cock twitching at her attention, her taut ass lifting off the bed slightly.

She began stroking. More precum splurted from the tip, Mata caught it in her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around the tip, lapping up the remainder. She squeezed tighter and picked up the pace. She needed both hands. Kira’s eyes shot open. She reached up lightning fast to grab Mata’s short hair and pulled her down, shoving her rock hard cock down her throat. She couldn’t take it, her girth completely filling her throat. Drool and precum ran down her chin and then Kira tensed. She exploded. Load after load of cum blasted into Mata’s throat. She swallowed most of it but there was just so much. It filled her mouth completely and leaked past the massive cock down her chin and splattered her tits and stomach eventually mixing with the puddle that had formed underneath Mata during her worship.

But it was still hard, and now Kira was definitely awake.