Your hands trace down my sides and grasp my shirt, pulling it up. I raise my arms to help you pull it all the way off. You sit up for a moment, stradd...ing me, to catch your breath and lean back, staring at my body. You can still feel my hardness and you feel it jump slightly as you move against me. Your eyes are hungry, those big, brown eyes are asking me, and I answer by pulling you down to me as our lips meet again. I start to quickly unbutton your shirt, then your bra is next as your hands. "Hi, Babe," said Todd. "Have you bothered to check with Peter on how the publicity pictures worked out for him?" I never even thought about it," said Kelly. "Actually I think I forgot about the whole thing." Well, I was just having the Tracker serviced and Erik pointed out to me that the pictures were in three different papers in his shop alone. One of them was the Wall Street Journal." The Journal?"Todd laughed. "Yeah, that was my reaction too, but he showed it to me. It's with an article. Then there were the four black guys, and again it nearly felt like I was in charge of them. Today was a mix of two black men and one white, not that it made a difference. To me, a dick was a dick. They could say this or that about who has the biggest or thickest, in this business I found it was all the same, how long could they last.Most of the male actors took pills, or had numbing gel or had secret techniques, but at the end of the day most didn't last long and we would have to reshoot from a. Maybe I should take you shopping, He released me, but kept one hand firmly on my waist – hovering a little more towards the direction of my butt – as the other tucked a strand of my short, black hair behind my ear intimately. Maybe you should, I agreed with my flirtatious smile – I had used it on a few guys before, so I knew it worked like a charm. And from the way Taylor swallowed audibly, I could see that it did. Taylor? Jasmine? Debbie – Taylors mother – called down the hall, giving us a.