Looking him straight in the eye Nick requested, “May I see some identification Mr. Marsh?” John Marsh glanced at his feet and then stammered, “I... there a problem?” “No, sir, I just need to verify who you are.” “Of course.” John fumbled around and pulled out his wallet. He dug out his driver’s license and handed it to Nick. Nick noted the thick stack of bills in the wallet as he took the license from John. Comparing the names, Nick concluded that the card was not stolen, it was just that this. My cock felt and looked like granite the way it was defying gravity. Never in my life had I seen it so hard. It got closer to my navel as it stiffened even more. The head was leaking copious amounts of precum, which I rubbed around the crown.I decided at the last second not to go on my knees because I wanted the camera to get a clear shot of my cock penetrating her ass. I've often seen male porn stars squat right above a woman's ass like a football player doing a three-point stance and then do. I would let her rub her insatiable cunt against my leg, and watch her as she squirms and begs for more, begs for the real thing as I hold her by her hair, forcing her to rub faster and harder. I know she would enjoy every slap, every drop of spit I would land on her pretty face while I force her to simultaneously rub her cunt and suck, lick and deepthroat my fingers.I would twist her nipples, until she cries in anguish. Twist them, pull them, bite them, lick them, suck on them… until I hear her. It was of her sucking Harry.Her knees felt weak, she was on the verge of a panic attack. She looked at Johnny.In a voice that was soft it was nearly inaudible she whispered, “What do you want?”She felt his hand under her robe on her bottom, he was caressing her cheeks.He said, “Monica, I think you know what I want.”“Johnny, please, don’t do this, you know it’s not right, please don’t.”He continued to caress her, drawing her closer.She didn’t fight him she just allowed herself to be led; she.