Your eyes get wide. If you had any doubts about what I was going to do to you, they’re gone now. I squeeze your tit, hard, then squeeze the other on.... Then I slide my hands over the curve of your stomach and down your legs to the hem of your dress, which I raise, slowly, until your crotch is completely exposed to both my gaze and my fingers. I run my hand over your mound, then get out my phone again.“Smile!” I say, snapping a picture. “Oh, my bad. I forgot you can’t smile, because of the tape. PAULA: And I like singing with you. But as much as I love to sing with you, Paul, sometimes I like to just step back and listen to you sing.PAUL: Oh you want me to sing something by myself, do you?Paula looks out into the crowd and motions with her hands. The crowd cheers loudly.PAUL: OK, I’ll do it ... but then you gotta do it too.PAULA: You’ll show me yours if I show you mine, huh? Well, that’s nothing new.⁕Paula winks as the crowd doesn’t really know how to react. Paul steps forward and the. Pussy. Cock. Come! Come for me! Gonna come!"She felt the growing tension, squeezing down on him as things got sharper and sharper. She threw her head back, arching into him, her insides squeezing down on his welcome intruder.For one incredible moment, too long, too short, she convulsed around him everything squeezing as she tried to suck him all the way in.Then she was over that, relaxing, squeezing, relaxing, squeezing weaker, and finally relaxing as she couldn't hold it any longer.He went. It didn't make any sense. This was the same bra that she had been wearing before she went down to the studio to pose. Her mother claimed that her breasts did swell with excitement while she posed, but Meagan didn't see how they could possibly swell to the point that her bra wouldn't fit.However, checking her reflection in the mirror, she had to admit that her knockers looked absolutely huge, just like they did in her mother's paintings. Meagan sighed, "I guess she's really not exaggerating when.