Delicious. She paused, gazing at the now limp figure, his dark hair falling across his forehead in a soft fringe. Yes, he’d been sweet. Very. Perhaps she’d been too impatient. Might’ve been fun to let him try to pleasure her. God knew, he couldn’t have been worse than the others. But she was in a hurry. That rally in Concord promised a bountiful crop of hogs—surely one of them could manage to bring her to climax. She couldn’t remember the last time she had come, and the ache in her pussy had gotten no better from her dealings with Beau. The pulsing throb deep inside her subsided as Lula watched his deep breathing. She strode into the bathroom to dress. Several minutes later, Lula emerged and paused. She turned and stepped towards the bed, bent over and licked one last drop of cum from his long, flaccid member. Beau hadn’t lied. He was considerably longer than six and a half. Shouldn’t have been so hasty. Oh, well. As she hurried through the cramped living room, Lula brushed against an end table as she opened the front door.
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