Cut and Run Ch. 17 (Allen Belushi Cycle 17)

“Help me move?” I asked, confused. Then it hit me. ‘Oh, that’s right, I clean forgot! It’s Moving Day!’ I shouted to myself.

“Forsooth oh silly one. ‘Tis thine day of transport, doth thou not remember?” she giggled coyly as she lifted my hand up to her face, and before I could say or do anything, she managed to get one of my fingers into her mouth.

“UHhhhh, Travesty. Please don’t do that!” I asked, as she started to suck on it. I tried to retrieve my hand as quickly as I dared, but when I pulled back, she took a fierce hold of my wrist to keep my finger in place.

Things went rapidly downhill from there.

“Travesty! Please, NO!” I hissed, worried about getting caught by Jamal. But, she didn’t stop. Instead, she continued to leer at me through her eyebrows, as she slurped away on that finger, obviously trying to get me in the mood. 

Cut and Run Ch. 16 (Allen Belushi Cycle 16)

I found myself being woken up in the most pleasant way possible. Someone was blowing me.
I could feel a goofy grin widening across my face as whoever she was teased, tickled, and tantalized my dicks with her mouth and paws.
I had to hand it to her, she really knew what she was about.