I’m a virgin,” she’d whisper, just like the girl in the porno. For her, unlike the plastic actress, it was true. But Alessandra knew that, given the opportunity, her inner tigress would claw her way out of the Bible-study basement in her soul and get herself speared like a hot dog at a beach barbeque.

l of veins that curved gently into folds that looked almost organic, like the fleshy petals of the most beautiful flower, the one between the legs

The huge prehensile tongue that had lapped so fervently at her soaked and dripping love-tunnel gate, the heat and hunger from him that had flowed through her body like lava and erupted into an orgasm that felt volcanic…

her, stroking the entirety of her sex with her tongue as if her open love-portal was a delicious pussy-flavoured soft-serve ice cream.

clit as a tease… and then tongued slow circles around Ms. Hammond’s ecstasy-button, 

This was an all-natural, in-the-flesh, prehistoric-but-apparently-not, ribbed-for-her-pleasure-and-also-probably-for-evolutionary-reasons reptilian cock that belonged to a billionaire who was paying her more than a million dollars a year to bring her to ecstatic heights that she hadn’t known existed.

Her own pussy was a spring of eternal lust