Finally

Carrie started peppering John's cock and heavy balls with kisses and licks, then paused as her tongue brushed his perineum. She'd never done this before, but this was no ordinary man. He was a bull, an alpha, and her future. She sniffed -- soap and musk and sweat. She licked gingerly. John moaned.

"Jesus...no one's done that since ..." Hm, Carrie thought. Not the time for grief. She pushed forward, tongue wagging back against his asshole. He moaned deeper, consumed in lust as she ate his ass.

With that, Carrie began to consume him, **** on his big cock, sucking his hefty balls, licking his thighs and ass until she had her reward - thick, potent alpha cum. So unlike your watery seed. She covertly took a video of her cleaning up his balls and cock, spending extra time on this ass, before sending it to you. Even flaccid, his cock was larger than yours. Finally, she climbed up to nestle into him, a man twice her age.

"What was her name?" Carrie asked gently. John sighed.

"Cathleen." He pulled out a picture from the drawer. It was a wedding photo, two 18 year olds full of brightness and promise. Carrie was struck how close their appearance was.

"You see it too. I don't believe in reincarnation, but seeing you in the bar tonight, it felt like she was back. It felt like destiny. She did whatever I needed. She was the best of me, and, it's my fault she --" Carrie silenced him with a kiss.

"Hey now, none of that." Carrie saw, a second photo, of them at a beach, her with big tits and blonde hair. "She had work done, I see."

"Because I wanted it. Her pet name was Barbie. What I wanted her to get done, she got done."

"So maybe you need less guilt and grief and a new Barbie in your life." She stood, peeling off her bra and thong. "What would you have me get done, Daddy?" His eyes gleamed as he stood over her.

He stroked her hair. "Honey blonde." Flicked her nipples. "Pierced. Gold barbells." He tweaked her fat clit. "Pierced. And grow this pussy hair out." He slapped her ass. "Probably implants back here. And DDs. I'll want my name inked on you too." Carrie waggled her tongue.

"And what about this, Daddy?" John laughed.

"I don't think the boys will take you seriously with that, doll, at business school."

"Oh, I don't care what those dumb boys think, Daddy. I care if it gets Daddy hard." His heavy cock twitched heavily in response. "And that is my answer. Now let me take care of this, and then let's rest."

An hour later, John and Carrie drifted off to a truly contented sleep, nude bodies intertwined.