The next morning I woke up the same as every other morning Stacey’s head between my legs and her tongue working its magic on my clit, when she noticed I was awake she looked into my eye’s, “Good morning my little spit-roast” she said with a little laugh, “I can’t wait until you poke me with something sharper then your tongue” was my reply having changed my morning answer since she had already agreed to it. “Just fuck yourself on that spit as much as you can until you die and try to enjoy it, don’t think about the pain of the fire just think of the fire in your pussy that the spit is causing as it rubs on your clit” Stacey said to her as she started to brush the special barbeque sauce on to Molly’s skin making sure to scrape the hard bristles of the brush over her pussy lips and clit causing the young girl to cum again and stop thinking of the fire burning her skin and only think of the pleasure in her pussy.
