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Finally he stopped. He still held his throbbing organ in his hand. "Take it," he said. Renee shook her head in a desperate no. Desperate because, after what had happened, she wanted to take it, to suckle it. Incredibly he had wakened her desire with his hot urine and Renee's body was one vast, hungry ache. Manuel pressed the soft tip against her lips. "Take it," he said softly, "or I will piss in your mouth. Entiende?" Sick, Renee nodded. Gingerly, she took his prick. |
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The instant it was in her mouth, it started to swell, to grow. And Renee couldn't help herself. This penis that had just defiled her suddenly was sweeter to her lips than candy. She sucked on it greedily and only wondered for a second at the bitter taste of urine.
Automatically, she caught his legs with her arms, holding Manuel to her as she sucked him. His cock was growing harder. It no longer dangled loosely in her mouth.
Renee was breathing in gasps as she slurped at his rod. His hand had started to manipulate his cock, whipping the foreskin back and forth, helping to slide the slippery meat between her lips.
Her teeth caught gently behind his crest, and then she was pulling and jerking and teasing it, her tongue lashing frantically over the head.
The first spurts of hot, creamy liquid landed on her tongue. And then Manuel caught her head in his hands and plunged his prick all the way into her mouth, driving it back until it filled the walls of her throat. And he was pumping her full of his liquid.
As she gulped and swallowed, Renee tried to hate it, and couldn't. Her parched body begged for the liquid and she knew that if he tried to move away now she would hold him tight until she milked him dry.