.fuck…fuck…thats it. Let me fuck your face. My baby loves my cock. My cock belongs to you baby and no one else. You use it when you want. I can fe...l his dick all the down my throat, most people would feel use but I feel so empower knowing that I can my beautiful strong man moan this badly. Here it comes baby&hellip,.fuck…fuck…yeah&hellip,.fuck!!!! Swallow baby swallow all of it! And I do swallow it all. Jay gets off of me and falls beside me, breathing heavy. Hurt you baby? Im okay babe. I. “Welcome to the Pleasure Palace,” he told her as he held the door open for her.She smiled and stepped into the entryway where she was met by a woman dressed in a stunning red dress that showed more cleavage than it covered and a slit on the side that reached her waist. She was standing beside a podium in front of another door. The woman eyed Jazzy up and down, and then said, “What is your membership number?”Holding out the ad, Jazzy said, “This ad says I am allowed one free time as a guest. Luscious Kayla wrote to me every day, six or seven lovely, handwritten pages each letter. They were full of the everyday around the neighborhood and within the Lehigh family, interspersed with confessions and thoughts so searing they took my breath away. I ached to hold her, to talk to her, and I went to bed every night frustrated beyond imagining.Toward the end of the week I started getting letters from my mom. They were typical Mom Advice letters, admonishing me to make sure I did my laundry. On what was implicitly my side of the mattress, I was now half-way sitting up, stacking pillows against the backside of the sofa bed. The back of my head was slightly grating against the wooden window sill, but considering the circumstances I wasn’t about to take issue with that. I did, however, move up even further so that I could rest the top of my head upon the window sill instead of bump against it. Putting my right arm across his very narrow shoulders, I encouraged the kid to come closer..