Anna the Slave and Brutus s Special Place
Brutus and I lay quietly talking. I was absent mindedly running my fingers through his hair as I answered his questions about his father taking me anally. His breath was warm on my breast and my nipples were hard little points from the conversation and his warm breath.I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment as I described the delicious sensation of his fathers warm wet lips on my butt hole. The feel of his wet pointed tongue probing into me. For a moment I thought that I was betraying...