“Yeah. Come for me,” she said in an excited whisper.I growled through clenched teeth. That wasn’t going to be a problem. It was a little embarra...sing that she was getting me there so quickly, but I resisted the urge to try and hold out. Between the incredible hand-job, her tits in my hand, the sultry look in her eyes, and the thrilling danger that someone could catch us, the itch spread through my dick fast.“Shit. Gonna come,” I warned her when I was almost to the point of no return.Using the. How could that happen; you sent stories to the same publisher that took that hackneyed writer and published him. His story lacked depth, it lacked a good plot, and it was not that well written, so what did he have that you lacked? Had he put more coins in the Karma bank than you? Did he have more money than you, and cut a deal where he paid the bulk of the publishing costs, or what? Who knows, certainly not the reader of such crap? But they were published writers, and you're nothing but an. He is pointing at the living room so I walk in a sit down on one of the couches. It’s a nice leather couch that look more expensive than my car. As he walks away and up the stairs I take a moment to look around. I thought the outside was great, but this is just insane. Paintings on the walls, beautiful rug, expensive looking glass things. I mean they probably have a name, but to me they’re just glass things. Wow, what in the world has Emma been up to these past couple years.“Devin?” I hear my. She then added a third finger, which drove me over the edge. I pushed Emma's head into my pussy, my fingers through her hair. "Fuckkkk!" Was all I could manage to scream out as I came. Emma moved up next to me, smiling. I kissed her, as I recovered from my orgasm. As soon as I collected myself, I started kissing my way down to Emma's pussy. I just went right into licking her, because I could tell she was already really turned on. Her pussy was soaked with her sweet juices. My tongue circled her.