On one of the sofas was a small towel; on the towel was a naked man.Randy struck an imposing pose in his natural state: tanned and ripped like the Gre...k God Adonis; Popeye challenging muscles lightly tattooed to enhance their structure; foppish hair and unbelievably perfect white teeth. I suddenly felt intimidated; I had shot dozens of scenes since joining the agency and associated studio and thought I was doing well in the business but this guy’s physique was that of a porn superstar and was. Your typical “girl next door” type. Nothing fancy, no peroxide blonde stunning hair, nor dark jet black, a lovely shade of natural brown. Wearing normal clothes out in the street, she would be the lady next to you on the train, the bus, the tube, the pleasant lady in a bar, at a coffee stand, in your office, or your workplace, who you would say hi too, exchange pleasantries and she would smile and be polite. We all have a Kirsty, all around us every day. So, how do you spot her, how do you. He pulls my ankles over his shoulders and strokes my thighs and calves, evenly, slowly, and firmly, and I know this is how we will fuck. This is what he wants. A slow, strong, controlled fuck. He holds his erection to my sex, but before he penetrates me, he grabs my hands. ‘Don’t look away,’ he says. We fuck with our eyes open, eye to eye, holding hands, our hips in slow motion, like wading deep water. ‘I like how tight you feel today,’ he says. ‘I like how you feel too.’ ‘How do I feel?’ He. She gave another moan and started thrusting against my finger. I removed my mouth from her nipple and slid the finger from her pussy, smelling her sweet, musky aroma before sucking her wetness off of it. She looked at me, breathing hard, and said " I'm ready." I smiled, not quite done with her yet, and said "Give me another minute."I continued to kiss down her body, feeling her part her legs under me. I paused for a moment at her waist before continuing downward. I was still rubbing her, but.