She knew that those were not good protection, so that explained the second rubber. She hated the taste of the rubbers, but accepted them because they ...revented disease. She smiled at him, appreciating that this guy spent a little extra, to make it better for her.Sara then lowered her mouth and took his cock inside of it. It was not often that a whore got consideration like this. She did her best to make it good for him, having him lay flat on the seat as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse.. She swallowed as fast as it entered her mouth, not wasting a drop. “Fuck you taste so good Randy” she said savoring the last drop. “Yea but you taste better, now come here so I can eat that pussy!” “Ooh yes sir!” She lay back with her pussy in my face. She was wetter than I’ve ever seen her. I put my nose directly on the split of her lips and inhaled in her aroma, which smelled of a sweet, musky smell of arousal, and a hint of fruit. I would soon notice that the taste is much better than the. Oh! I love that! As I felt his mouth open and close over my skin and his tongue stroke me, I could feel him stiffening against my buttocks and I dozily pushed back again, but more firmly this time. Momentarily, his fingers moved back to my breast and they began to describe small, quick circles around my erect point. It lasted all too briefly before I felt his hand feather along my side, over my hip, then down until his strong fingers finally gripped my thigh. He lifted my leg as he pressed his. "Real men have always worn camisoles," Annie had replied."Rubbish," I had said.Annie opened up her laptop."You show me one company that makes camisoles for men and I will wear yourcamisole!" I had foolishly replied.That was when I was introduced to hommemystere.That evening I had worn her black lace camisole for the first time. Anniehad stood there in a red lace bra and panties. She was also wearing amatching suspender belt and red fishnet stockings and some black shinyhigh heeled shoes. .