“Do you want to stop?”I teared up. I didn’t want to stop. Deep down I loved the way he fucked and treated me.I kissed him and confessed, “No d...ddy. I don’t want to stop.”He continued to make love to me with deep long strokes. “What do you want, baby?”“I want you to cum deep inside me. Fill your slut up with daddy’s milk.”With that Bobby pushed all the way into me as if trying to puncture my cervix and unleashed a massive amount of baby batter in me. We both moaned into each other mouths and I. Positionedfilled, or mail or email in resume and they would look at it. It didn'tlook good. Liz was getting more desperate.A few days later I woke up to something happening down below. It wasLiz, stroking my cock in slow deliberate movements. She looked at me,continuing her slow antagonizing stroking. "Honey, do you think youare a good actor?" A few more slow strokes, she pushed my hand away. Shewas in control."Well, babe, I think so. I was in school drama, played the hero; went toDrama. I took him in mymouth, sucked and pulled at him and he soon started pumping his prickinto my mouth. I had not done this for a year, but I remembered how toswallow him all the way, not choking on it, breathing through my noseand controlling my gag reaction. He moaned and took my hair in hishands. He came quickly, pumping his spunk into my mouth and I swallowedit hungrily, sucking every last drip and even then not stopping. At lasthe begged me to stop."Now sir," I said, "You can do something for. I move swiftly, grabbing his swollen cock and placing half of it in my mouth. With force and deliberation, I slide my mouth along its length. I tickle his balls once more. I feel him lift his torso from the bed as his entire body tenses and I hear his agonized groan as his cock pulses and the first jet of slimy cum flies against the walls of my cheeks. I lay still while he pumps his hips and shoots more of the hot juice into my mouth. I don’t move as he quivers when he squeezes his prick and.