“I’m on my afternoon break,” Cinnamon said. “I saw you on the monitor and just had to come out. I brought you a bottle of water.”I thanked h...r. We spoke for 10 minutes. Then she went back to work. I got out and showered again. I went back to my room and waited for Cinnamon to finish working. She called to my room and said she was going to feed her cat then return. When she returned we spent the night just talking until midnight, then went to bed. After we woke up and dressed, Cinnamon went to. I, on the other hand, given the opportunity to create the perfect woman had done something subtly different. I had created Man’s perfect woman, a lush and fleshy creature whose only purpose was sex. That first time, after drinks following a consultation, I kissed lips that were more my property than hers, caressed breasts that I had built and that could probably not appreciate my attentions. The only part that truly remained hers was her cunt – and that I entered and roughly made my own. She. I’m always a hit at parties. If they can talk me into downing a few tequilas, that is. And they had that night. Enough tequila to bellydance, enough tequila to wander out on the balcony for a breath of fresh summer air. Enough to lean back into that body pressing up against me without wondering who it was. The hands on my hips were big, and not particularly gentle. “Show me how it goes,” the deep voice whispered in my ear, as his hips moved against mine. Matt’s voice. I could feel my defenses. When I slipped it inside I sighed. I was gushing wet and even felt a drop of pussy juice making its way down my inner thigh. I had never been so horny in my life.When I stepped out and Kelly saw me she gasped and sat down on the chair again. “Holy shit, that thing is big.”I walked up to her and stood so close that the tip of the dildo was only inches from her face.“Lick it, lick my cock, bitch,” I demanded. My voice had grown deeper but there was no menace in it, just lust.Kelly leaned in and.