It was late in the afternoon. She couldn’t do it that week. By the time she got home from her summer job it was getting almost too late in the day. ...his took time. It took preparation. It also took the right lighting. But she knew exactly how and what she wanted to do when she did it. The phone rang. “Hello?” she said. “Hi there, it’s Harrison. How are you doing?” “Harrison, well hello what are you doing in town still?” she said. “Ohhhhhh nothing,” he told her. “I was just hanging out for a few. I was beyond the point of no return, so my cock went into spasm as I let the cum fly and listened as she gulped and swallowed until my balls were completely drained. My body completely relaxed and was ready for some cuddling, but when I reached for her, she scooted out of the bed and disappeared.I must have fallen back to sleep, because I was awakened a couple of hours later, with my daughter jumping on to the bed and telling me breakfast would be ready in ten minutes. I got showered and. I’ve done it over text, and I’ve listened to recordings, but I don’t think that’s really quite the same.’ ‘Have you heard any of my recordings?’ Deanna asked. ‘No,’ he said. ‘I didn’t know you’d done any.’ John hoped he hadn’t just stuck his foot into his mouth. It was times like this that he felt like there was still so much he didn’t know about Deanna. ‘There are a few floating around,’ she said, ‘but it’s not too surprising that you haven’t spotted them. I thought you might have, though. I. I deepthroated him for a good while. He was finally about to bust. He shot one thick rope of cum straight down my belly before he pulled up and shot 4 more loads of jazz on my tongue, finally ending with couple on my face. He held me in place and wiped his cock clean on my face. And slumped back on the couch. I thought this was it. Although this was one of the best face fucks I have received. I got up to clean my face. "where the fuck do you think you are going bitch.Am not done with you "I was.