her trust did not waver; her hands were calm on her thighs. Leaning forward made her breasts hang like ripe fruit, the hard nipples little stems. With her eyes closed, she focussed on her tongue, and the weight that pulled it down wantonly out of her mouth. They had discussed this edge, and though she was nervous about her opened mouth, she knew it deepened her submission and she had no fear. The opened mouth proved expedient when, after showering her breasts with urine, His cock slid inside for pleasure.