Yancey's penis wavered exposed to the draft as his balls lofted up her thigh.
As he rode into her eyefolds with wisplike whips of his lingual meat.
He chewed up into Rarnona's eyesockets. Shellacked her hair with saliva.
'Aiiiii!'
Without a trace of remorse, Yancey had no recourse but to put Little Ramona at the whims of her misery.
He furled his tongue into a tight scroll. Pressured it into her nose.
Blew out.
'Unh.'
Fucked her nostril with his tongue. Ran his jawbone rat-tat-tat along her trap.
Went for her gun and his liekety-split, at once, simultaneously.
And heard her trigger click.
'Watch it, Yancey, That was my warning shot. I took one cartridge out-'
Yancey suckered her snout.
Moved his maw along her cheekbones and closed in on her ear.
'You better get the butt of your gun in my possession,' Ramona intoned as deadly as though it were a confessional.
Yancey lapped into her earcup.
Cupped his palms about her two braless puplike titties as if asking alms.
'Take your fucking mitts off of my tits* Keep your yip dripping and work it swift, Hand your gun over and we can have some more fun.'
Yancey reached in back of his waist. Drew his derringer and swung it into her face. She licked it from his fist.
Spat the little pistol out and tittered as it skittered across the floor.
Ramona's engorged earlobes were loaded into Yancey's mouth. Pleasing pulls upon her earrings sent shudders searing down her spinal column to her sphincter and clitoris.
'More,'
Yancey gnawed the backs of Ramona's ears. Lapped down her neck.
'Yes.'
Ramona released the string of her loose frilled bodice and two choice titlets tart as wild cherries and pointed as darts smartassed out.
Yancey clenched his jaw about her bared shoulder. Drooped maw lower.
Took the flesh between her chest and bicep into his lips and sucked it like the petal of a flower. Licked langorousiy.
Into her armpit.
'Suckit.'
He worked her underarms to a froth. Brought his mouth into play between her boobs.
Yancey moved lower as he unwound Ramona's wrapped skirt which hung wraithlike from her hinders while Yancey chewed her navel to cinders. Bellybutton blazed like clitbud.
'Unini.'
Yancey slicked quickly down the outside of one of Ramona's gams.
Ran his pointed pricktongue between her rows of piggietoes on both feet.
'Neat.'
'Want to come?'
'There's more to it, chum, I've got an itch. Fuck my bum. With your face.'
Yancey ratcheted his head between Ramona's legs. Broke between her fannymeat.
'Scratch it.'
Yancey whisked his chin over Ramona's assrim. The beard stubble sheared clearly across the donut-shaped bubble.
'Eeeeeh.'
Bristles nettled inside the crinkled ridges of Ramona's rosebud.
Yancey snicked the barbs of his moustache sideways across Ramona's asshole. Her hips rolled on horizontal axis.
Nestled in asskiss.
Asshole smooched into his puckering mouthlips; Saliva skipped from his yip.
'Eeeeeh.'
Ramona's asshole gave way like London bridge falling down-my fair lady's buttocks broke out loud as she shook her hinders.
'Booooop!'
Ramona blew from her blowhole.
'Ooooops!'
Spasmic attacks shook Ramona's buns for another round of thunder.
'Br-aaack!'
From her asscrack.
Ramona farted again:
'Pooooot!'
Tooted once more as she tumbled cackling to the floor. Yancey boring into her.
Yancey squeezed his tongue into the interior of Ramona's posterior.
Asshole yammered.
Tongue stammered.
Maw hammered anus.
Hard.
'Aaaaargh.'
Swerved tonguetip in corkscrew action in her anal grip.
'Ulululululu.'
Yancey drew his oral assemblage away from Ramona's shimmering fanny.
Licked up her crack.
'Ack.'
Nudging with his nose, Yancey tugged the inside of Ramona's asshide.
Licked her underside along the posterior commissure running in a folded seam of skin delineating her perineum.
Suckering the slick patch between the lower rim of her anus and her pubic patch.
'Are you ready for this?' Ramona twitched the hair trigger of her revolver.
Yancey chuckled into nothingness.
'That one wasn't there either, sister,' Yancey said as Ramona waved the gun above her sweat-drenched hair.
'Not fair,' Ramona leered. 'I must have taken two out. But no doubt the next one-'
'I saw from the other end of the magazine when you were pointing it at me. The rest are filled. But they're blanks.'
'Thanks.'
Ramona pulled the trigger.
Bla-aaain!
Dried timbers shook at the top of the room. She fingered another.
Booo-ooooom!
Noises from the next room.
'I should tell you, Yancey, about those cartridges Uncle Roy had made up-look like blank ones but loaded with small-gauge buckshot.'
Ramona strutted her butt in front of YanceyJs face, twirled on her toes and slunk spread-legged into place.
