Every move, every twitching muscle, it all happened in a cycle that had been determined before it had begun, and there was no way anything would go differently. When we got back home, Tess immediately got naked and politely summoned me to do the same. Her tongue was motionlessly pushed against my dick, forming a ramp on which the first wave bounced off before it hit her palate. She was a tiny, petite blonde, with boobs that were slightly too large for her size and an impressive list of kinks and fetishes. And don’t think for a second the vile creature didn’t know what she was doing. I hardly doubt there have been hours in which neither Tess or me touched her girly bits, and I think I counted no less than fourteen orgasms throughout the weekend up until Sunday afternoon – fourteen for her, that is. I felt her slightly increase the pressure, but barely had the time or mental capabilities to even acknowledge that fact, since her wet kiss used up most of my brain’s computing power. We spent most of the time either in bed
