My special talent

She sat up. "Okay, big mouth, I'm going to lay down some rules." She began to unbutton her blouse. "Rule one. Your mouth stays shut while mine is open. Rule two. Every time you open your mouth—" she threw off her blouse, exposing to my delectation a pair of tits a Victoria's Secret model could have turned into a career— "I open more of myself."

This looked like a game much more interesting than football. "Chuck," I whispered, breathless when she renewed her service,

"You're a fool. Oh, ah. Don't bet, ah, ahhh, what you can't, can't, a-afford to lose," I managed, between intense tongue massages,

"You...