She gripped my cock tightly looking deep into my eyes.“You gave me your milk when I was a kid. Now let me give my milk to you,” I said happily.“...k, let me drink your milk,” she said.“I want to fill your hole too with my milk,” I added.“Are you going to make your mother pregnant?” she asked.“If you let me, yes” I replied fondling her breasts.She started slowly moving her hand up and down over my tool, giving me immense pleasure that ran all over my body. I kissed her passionately.“Then we have. My tastesrun more to sticky semen and the moisture from an aroused pussy. So nooffices for me, but even visiting my financial professionals can cause abit of scene. I've toned that way down now, no more raping my brokers.'Bad form' as one told me.Not that I go around raping people. I can shop without jumping onanyone, and aside from fondling the vegetables and fruit, my supermarkettrips are incident-free. It's just that sometimes I meet sexy peopleand, well, sometimes we both just want a quick. He liked that one, he liked it a lot. All her pretty features were clearly visible. Those pleading eyes looking up at him. And there was just enough cleavage showing so he could pretend to cum all over her face and tits.“Fuck Suki! D’ya wanna taste my cock?” He groaned as he enlarged the picture. Unzipping his pants, he let them fall to the floor as he palmed himself through his boxers. “Look at that pretty face,” he sighed deeply.With eyes closed and head tilted back, he allowed himself to. Five minutes into our drive I stopped at the gas station to fill up my tank, but I also decided to grab her a pack of Misty 120's for old times sake. To my surprise, she immediately objected. "No way, I'm proud of the fact that I quit smoking. You don't get to control that aspect of my life," she said sternly. I let out a laugh. "What are you talking about? Apparently you forgot what you did, and the leverage I have over you. I call the shots. And besides, you looks sexy smoking cigarettes. I'm.