When it touched the back of my throat I came back up, my eyes watering.“You have to learn how to relax your throat, like a sword swallower. But you ...on’t have to take the whole thing for it to feel good to me. It’s up to you how much you want.”I didn’t say so, but I knew I really wanted to take as much of it as possible. Like it had felt he was poking my stomach from my rear, I wanted the same thing from my mouth. I wanted all his cock and his balls in my mouth at the same time.The idea of his. “No,” she whispered almost silently. “Say it louder,” I ordered her. “NO,” she said louder in a pleading way. “What do you want me to do to you, Liz?” I asked her. “Whatever you want,” she breathlessly responded. I jerked my hips up and my cock slid between her ass cheeks. She whimpered loudly as I slid my hard cock up and down her. “I want to fuck you hard, like a little slut,” I growled at her. “Would you like that?” “Oh yes, fuck me hard, make me your slut,” she purred. I groaned loudly at. He motioned me to sit for him, I nodded and done as I was asked not wanting to upset anything after all I was late and he wanted to paint me. I sat down and he hurried over to a covered canvas that was placed on an easel in the corner of the room, slowly he pulled the dust sheet from it, he had already painted the chaise and was just waiting on the right muse to finish the painting. I guess I was that muse. I pulled the dress down trying to keep everything covered and my modesty in tact since. He was kneeling in front of her. She felt the first shock of his lips on her uncovered breasts, the moment his tongue ventured tentatively against her nipple, and then felt her nipple harden under his insistent licking. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she watched his reflection pull her breast into his mouth. He sucked her breast, astonished, aroused beyond measure that the object of his lust for so long was his, and that he was possessing one breast, the other, with his mouth,.