Carmen finally opened up to me and admitted that Marcus was often too tired for sex. When they first met, it was electric and the sex was awesome. Mar...us’s big cock had turned her into a cock loving slut. She loved him fucking her and he loved her sucking him. A match made in heaven.There was no way my cock could match Marcus’s cock in length or girth, but I was sure it would do in a pinch, and this girl needed to be fucked, and I was just the right guy for the job.I made my move and kissed. I couldn't believe it butI cried real tears of frustration. "I'll make you come." "Oh God! Yes! Yes! Now! Please! Now!" "You'll come, and so will I," my entire body curved off the bedat the thought of you climaxing inside me, "and after you will clean mycock with your mouth." "Oh God! Oh! Yes. Yes." I'd never done that to anyone. Never evenconsidered it with anyone. Always refused, it was dirty. Until now. Now, Iwould have to do it. Even though it was dirty, it was arousing because it wasdirty. She almost had me at the point of finally giving up. I turned around when she stepped into my meagre existence. Fuck, it’s been almost six months. Yet, I still indulged in a good old “spliff” every now and then. Yeah, call it a spliff. It’s almost illegal already for me to smoke that close I am to putting it down for good. Stepping unto the lawn, I looked up toward the moon. It was still bright enough with no clouds or humidity to almost allow you to read a book outside. The thought of being. I could not pass this up, despite my fear of the whole thing – the idea of seeing Her for real, after years of pants-spunking and staining Her photos, was far too tempting. I managed to find a studio – the 2nd Floor Studio in north London – and went along, scruffy, not pervy – to pay the deposit. The day got nearer and nearer and my nerves were more and more frayed. Would I even be able to go through with it? But Miss Danica’s emails were soothing, telling me not to worry etc, and obviously She.