"All of it now," he said. He fisted his hand in my hair and kept my head in that position so I would take all of his cock down my throat. I began movi...g my mouth up and down faster and I heard Mr. Burkle groan, "Oh fuck yeah... just like that." A minute later he spurted his sticky cum all down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it. His cum tasted salty. His cock was still hard when he pulled it out. I was feeling very turned on. I thought to myself, "I shouldn't be enjoying sucking his. ” Ray “How does being in a hotel make you feel?” she asked. “I guess it depends. I liked being on the road. It made me fell free. I had no immediate worries. I had time to think, time to think about my writing and to plan where I was going to go next for my next bout of photography.” “No, that’s not what I asked. I asked how being in a hotel made you feel, not how you felt on the road.” “Oh.” I thought about that for a moment as I. I asked her “Did you cum?” and she was panting “Yeeess..”. She was so horny she took off my pants and took my cock out and it was throbbing. She asked me if I wanted a blowjob. Needless to say I didn’t say no. She started kissing the head of my cock and slowing licking my balls. I swear I was about to cum even before she put my cock in her mouth. But when she put my cock in her mouth I felt a rush to my nuts… I held back for a good 15 mins before she said “Please cum for me!!!” Not even 10. It was soon after his loudest cry yet, so loud that I am sure his parents could hear two doors up, yet I didn’t care. I would not have cared if the Pope was in the room. If Jesus Christ himself had asked me to stop, I would have told him to fuck off. All of me was in Jesse then, figuratively and literally, as I watched him reach his soft hands up to my flexing biceps, grabbing me tight. A gasp quickly followed his cry as I saw his cock quake hands-free against his stomach followed by a thick.