25- Can I lick you , sir?

Brent could hardly imagine how things had gotten this far. In the bedroom, Hermosa knelt in front of him and sank her teeth upon the zip of his trousers.

Brent didn't stop her movement, so the metal zip made a slight sound. It was only when Brent's belly and underwear were exposed to the cool air that Hermosa looked up and asked him, "Sir, I'd like to suck you off first, is that okay?"

Brent didn't say anything for a moment.

"Please sir, I want to be fxcked by you here too." Hermosa stuck out her bright red tongue hard and licked her lips, the knot of her showy throat rolling, "I want sir there ......"

She said lewd words and slutty phrases that she would never have uttered in her old sober days, those innocent eyes now held a deep and genuine longing, as if she had taken Brent's cock as some sort of elixir.

But she wasn't going to get what she wanted, Brent thought, almost cruelly and mockingly, and yet there was a glimmer of hope in the back of his mind.

What that hope was, Brent co