Some of you might think I am a fool not to fuck her till now. But I love sex with some spark between two bodies and their minds, connect with their he...rts and soul.She came after changing. And I can’t explain the sight. Her cleavage which was fair white like milk, her deep navel (I love navels). Her ass cheeks coming out from the thong, her poking nipples, both of her tattoos. OMG, she was a sex bomb. I had seen a lot of her but this was something another levelI told her to cook something. She. I did, too, though the timing wasn't really all that urgent; I needed to let Sam, my agent, in on what was happening to my operatic life.He picked up his cell quickly and sounded genuinely pleased to hear from me. He'd noticed the review of my Turandot gig and congratulated me. He also told me he was working on what a few days ago I would have thought was a real coup—Schaunard, the number two baritone in La Boheme but with a name and a few actually pretty good stage moments—with one of the. I was stuck.I grabbed her tits with my hands, squeezing those pillowy mounds. She grinned at me, her face, matured to a dusky beauty, twisted in delight. She glued my hands to her mounds. I could knead them but couldn't let go.So I kneaded them.“Yes, yes, yes, Becca Brittany is riding my cock,” moaned the Arab woman. “Ooh, yes, work that cunt on my dick.”“It's such an amazing dick!” I moaned, my cunt clenching hard on it as I drove my cunt down her shaft. Pleasure rippled through me. My. ..any fuck birds in here...' I starred at him as he said '...you just came out and I say to you. Get on your knees and put your pussy lips around my dick head and suck me dry...' Charlie looked at me and said '...don't just stand there get your fucking knees and fish my dick out and suck me dry...' Dropping to my knees I unzipped Charlie's pants and fished his flaccid penis out. Charlie said '...stroke it slowly and slip your lips over my dick head and start sucking me good and hard. Remember.