There was no tongue play, no technique. I just tried to keep my teeth out of the way while he pounded his cock into my mouth. It wasn’t long before ...is hips were jerking and his hands clenched my hair. When his cock began spasming I pulled away slightly so I could swallow. Each spasm shot hot man-juice at the back of my throat. Time after time I swallowed yet another load from his seemingly inexhaustible balls. Finally exhausted, he leaned over the roof of the car panting and sweaty. I milked. Smith smiled at the thought.Then he heard a strange sound coming from the library. It sounded like a woman crying. He thought about putting his butler's uniform back on but decided against it. Wearing slacks and a sweat shirt, he padded through the apartment to find out what was wrong. As he moved toward the library he heard the sounds more clearly. His first thought had been right: It was Mary Jefferson crying.He found the door almost closed, but pushed it open quietly with a feeling that he. ”“I’ll go see if she can wake up enough to talk and eat something. She didn’t even finish lunch.” Andi went down the hall and I stepped into the kitchen. It wasn’t like Andi to have left the food and dishes from the meal on the table, but there they were. I started cleaning up the mess we’d left and wrapped the remaining bread—already turning crusty—in a plastic bag. I heard Andi moving from place to place down the hall and then she burst back into the kitchen looking panicked. “She’s. Arnold was one of those young lads with a joke for every situation. He was even able to make Adam laugh and giggle when he was taking it hard from behind with no chance of stopping until he had been totally ravished from head to toe. It was even hard for him to deny Arnold his lips when they were in public despite his need for anonymity in displaying public affection. It was far easier for him to fake a passionate kiss of some simpering female for public consumption than to lock tongues with a.