"Ready for more already?" I asked with a smile.She looked up at me and said, "No matter what, I will always be ready for more with you!" You know what...is next," I said. "Clean me off, and then you can revive me with your mouth." No," she said."Are you defying me already?" I asked in surprise."I won't clean you off first," she told me. "That's your cum, my juices, the blood of my cherry. It's only right that I clean it with my mouth." That said, she started moving down my body.She held my slimy. I returned his embrace, and cradled the back of his head, letting it rest on my shoulder.I don’t know how long we stood there, before Jasper raised his head, and once again looked at his reflection.“How did you know?”, he asked.I told him I had acted on impulse, and how badly I felt if this had forced him to reveal something about himself that he did not have to share.I then put on my bathrobe, and asked if he would like to talk more over breakfast. While I made coffee, toast and scrambled. His mouth gaped open in a continuous moan and his head lolled as she pushed in deeper and deeper. It hurt but the pain was tinged with pleasure. He felt as though it took forever until she finally bottomed up and the huge cock filled him so completely. "How does it feel, slut?" she asked as she let him adjust and relax his muscles around the toy. "It's so big miss, I feel like it's trying to split me but it's so good at the same time." Her arm circled his body and her fingers closed around. Ahead of her and hidden by the heads of other dancers and behind his decks was the DJ, Kirsten didn't know who. Not a superstar DJ, but a name DJ nonetheless, caning the old familiar tunes. The swirling sunshine sounds of 'Beachball', an oldie but a goldie, followed (and how did that happen?) by the hard thump of 'Doom's Night'.Thumping. Pumping. Kicking. Banging.Kirsten was well tooled up. E'd and spiked and sinking into narcotic euphoria. Already her long hair was damp with sweat and it.