The structure of it, the way it flopped up and down slightlywith each stride, Ivana was eventually able to make out what she wasseeing. Oh my god, is ...hat? That can't be his...penis, she thought. Itcan't be, she continued as she looked closer into the viewfinder. To her disbelief, she could just make out the meaty surface of what musthave been a penis of an easy ten inches straining the fabric of the youngbasketball player's red and white jersey shorts. My word, no way thatcould be his. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of rejection? Well, I should be used to that by now. Except, I always took comfort in the idea that they weren't really rejecting me, because they didn't really know the 'real' me. They were rejecting my version of 'the boyfriend'.I was. He stepped up to me and pulled his dick out. It looked even bigger than the last time. Not longer, but thicker.He grabbed hold of my head and tried to push his dick into my mouth.“What are you doing?” I said.“Suck my cock slut or start packing.”I didn’t want it in my mouth. I mean, I liked sucking cock and I like the taste of sperm, but he was so disgusting and his dick smelt. I reluctantly opened my mouth and he started fucking my face. I gagged a couple of times as his dick hit the back of. Her ass was round and plump, and rippled delightfully as I spanked it over and over again. Getting on my knees, I slowly pulled down her thong, exposing her shaven cunt and asshole to me, and the aroma of her sopping pussy drove me insane with lust. I buried my face in her pussy, angrily lapping and eating every exposed part of her sex I could. Hearing her shriek and moan drove me wild. I furiously wanked my cock as I let my tongue explore her pussy, pulling out occasionally to look over at.