Never! Not her. She was far too independent to be some object of lust for a man to find his pleasure in.She would always find solace in her art after ...er unnerving dreams. Her advocation was pottery and sculpting, her vocation was a sales rep. She went into her studio and began carving into a block of clay. It always amazed her, empowered her that she could create beauty from some mundane lump, could transform it ugly and plain into something magnificent with her own hands. She worked almost. Both covered with a thin sheen of sweat, I rode Gina to my inevitable climax. She watched my face for the moment I came and when I did, she was ready.With a last full thrust I drove down hard into Gina and cried out loud with my head thrown back in ecstasy. Gina performed one last move raising her hips off the bed, forcing my clit to slip an extra couple of centimetres deeper into her bowels. Feeling the extra penetration, Gina screamed once more and I felt cum travel along my cock as she. Jaye coughed a little and her eyes flickeredopen. They tried to focus, but couldn't for a short while."Wh...what happened?" You fainted, lover."Jaye's eyes finally focused, and once again drank in the beauty that wasDominique Devereaux. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted again.Dominique shrugged her shoulders as Cerina picked up the limp body ofJaye. She carried her to a waiting vehicle. Dominique got into thedriver's side as Cerina gave Samantha a kiss on the cheek good-bye."Tell Shawn and. He’d already nutted three times during their lengthy play and although he was rock hard again, he couldn’t imagine he had more cum to offer before re-hydrating. He wasn’t capable of the torrential ejaculations or infinite climaxes of his well hung Goddess. He was merely human.His recent emissions were slathered around his midsection, gluing the gimp suit to James’ body with the usual combination of sweat and sticky spunk. It was the same latex suit he’d spent the night in, locked in a sleep.