‘Oh, bloody hell! I’m sorry, I don’t know why that happened! I usually don’t come THIS quick!’ ‘Do you have a handkerchief or something?�... He does. He helps clean her up with a plaid cotton handkerchief, which he throws in the garbage afterwards. ‘I’m sorry,’ he says, helping her get to her feet. ‘You’re just TOO good, you know?’ She doesn’t believe that for a second, but it’s still nice to hear it. ‘Wanna give me another chance?’ He sounds pleading, and the way he plays with her nipple while. . "Now, if he's anything like me, baby, he loves to have his cock sucked," Don had goadingly suggested as they lay there naked and breathing heavy from the animal-fashion fucking he'd just given her. His arm was around her, his strong hand fondling her full breast and worrying its tiny, hardened nipple, while she lovingly played with his still partially swollen, amazing big cock. "What do you think?" Don, I hope so, darling!" she honestly exclaimed. It was one of her favorite erotic acts.. Finally it was over, I thought."It's customary to tip the photographer." I don't have any money on me. Tell me how much it is and I'll bring it tomorrow." I don't want money; I want a blow job." No way; nobody said I had to have sex with you. Haven't you humiliated me enough already?" No problem; I'll just send one set of pictures to your husband and another set to your parents."That bastard; he was using the very pictures I didn't want to pose for in the first place, to blackmail me into. The voices were kind of obvious that the man in the next room was watching a lesbian flick. The voices were only females enjoying the different stages and various levels of orgasmic joy. Maurice realized that he was also feeling warmth deep inside him and getting excited. His vision concentrated on the guy in the other room and his enlarging erection. The women were singing praises to the double headed dildo. The man’s dick kept growing and rising up and Maurice was more like mesmerized by it..