After you broke up with her, she was so heartbroken. Honestly, you are an asshole with no morals. She came over earlier because she was about to /cut herself and I said I'd help her out. As she walked into the house I gave her a deep embrace heart to heart. She sighed a little, releasing some of the stress of a broken heart. I started to let go but she held me tight against her breasts. I gazed deep into her eyes, her sadness penetrated into my soul. At that moment I promised this heinous wrong would not go unpunished. I slid my fingertips along her inner thigh. She gasped a bit as my hand lifted her skirt up to her panties. They were already a little wet. She trembled in anticipation a little as I massaged her. I felt suction on my neck, coupled with the warm saliva on her tongue. I was in heaven. Slowly she slid down to her knees, her beautiful hair held tight by my fist. She unbuckled my pants and pulled out my footlong of manliness. She seemed ravenous for it. Like a lion stalking its prey she pounced, slupring down every last bit of my huge member. With every stroke I became closer and closer to unloading. She was amazing. Tongue techniques only fabled in the dirtiest tomes of erotica she had long since mastered. Deeper and deeper. My heart pounded seemingly in beat with her strokes, she was in utter control of my body. The strokes became faster as all the muscles in my body clenched, I felt a twinge in my testicles and a huge relief as I spurted gallons of hot creamy manbroth all over her face and mouth. Its blast was that of a firehose, but she gobbled up every droplet as if it were candy. It was the best orgasm of my life. I then took a vow to end your life.