I like things to be real. The arousal you inspired in me was real. I hope you could tell from what you just saw. My desire is real too. Not to run off...and meet you, but to continue to exchange intimacies with you. Some intimacies are direct and physical, like our video exchange. Some are more lasting yet more intangible. Ideas, fantasies, just plain old words. Anyone can fuck someone else, but words, these are different. These are intimacies which can only be shared when there is mutual respect. He rubs my clit with one hand while still holding me tight with the other and whispers that he loves my pussy and it's all his. I couldn't agree more. I want him to take it as his own. Feeling his beard on my neck, smelling his skin and cologne and feeling his wet fingers inside my pussy once again causes my body to surge with desire. He knows that dirty talk and saying my name puts me over the top. He says my name and that he wants his pussy to cum for him. I say yes baby, my pussy is all. They had to be, you needed serious coin to secure Wanda’s bespoke services. Wanda needed them to be as anonymous as possible so she could treat them in the abstract, like the corporeal commodities they were. Milton had patched the Client’s wounds up, run him a hot bath, got him settled. The Client had declined the offer of beer and sandwiches, instead necking a large brandy and quickly drifting into a deep sleep. In the morning Wanda would breakfast with the Client, no doubt he would be urbane. Letting go of my hair he ripped my jeans off yanked my panties to oneside and buried his face into my cunt sucking and licking my clit like a thirst man at an oasis.i was writhing around in extasy, unable to control my yelps ans squeals of plessure.my pussy was so wet he inserted two fingers into me eaily and began to work my hole asw his tongue grazed my clit and hood.wrapping my legs around his head, i kept his face pressed tightly to my cunt he really knew what he was doing shaming guys my.