Yet, as his hard dickpenetrated, waves of pleasure questioned that motive. It felt so GOOD tobe fucked, why couldn't she accept it? She couldn't help ...ut moan inpleasure. She was his girlfriend, wasn't he? Wave after wave washed overhim, the pressure building. As she climaxed for the first time. OHH, itfelt so good! All inhibition was suddenly gone."FUCK ME HARDER," she screamed, and he complied willingly. This continuedfor another hour, till she had climaxed ten times, and both fell to thebed. I wanted to suck the whole thing.

“Not here,” he’d gasp.

“Well, where?” I’d reply, as I licked his shaft from balls to bell end, then ran my tongue around the crest.

“We’re almost at my floor.”

“I’m almost at the top,” I’d say, and I’d give his helmet a long, deep kiss. But he was right, we were almost at his floor, so I’d zip him back up and then patiently wait while he found his door key and let us into his suite. Candlelit, with champagne already on ice – you see, I told you I hadn’t. Sure enough, her breathing seemed to stop as she pulled on John's ass, driving his huge cock deeper into her mouth. She still had several inches left when her head was pushed back by the head of his prick hitting the back of her mouth. She pulled it out slightly and started panting through her nose again. She lifted her ass higher and worked her knees back away from John, making a straight line for his cock to slide down her throat, and with a few final deep breaths, once again pulled his ass. Negligees on hangers in her closet, I should add. At the other end of the apartment were her art supplies, and with them portfolios of drawings, some in color. I found that these were grouped by subject - buildings in one, statuary and such, birds and animals, smaller objects, scenes, and people. I was surprised to see that this last case did not have any drawings of me. Then I saw that I had a folio to myself. On top were the ones that I knew of and some from photos that Violet had.