“Turn around, get on your knees and finish me off,” he said, catching his breath. Liz turned around and dropped to her knees. The zip had given a ...ot more after Mr. Harper’s foray into her breasts and nearly all of her bust was now on display. She took hold of the shaft in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Slowly stroking him, she felt his cock twitch, and even before she had the opportunity to open her mouth, he came. It wasn’t quite as much as earlier; he clearly needed to. We both knew what we wanted, it just hadn’t come to this before. I sat down in my chair and she came over and sat on my lap, facing me. I knew this would be a great night. We started kissing and rubbing our hands all over each other. It wasn’t too long before I suggested heading to the bedroom.I stood up, holding her, carrying her into my room. As I crossed through the doorway, I heard my phone go off again. I told Katrina to make herself comfortable, that I was going to grab a glass of water.. She realized she still held her legs tight to her chest. Mr. Michaels had gotten up and she thought he must have gone into the bathroom, but she didn’t know for sure and she had trouble focusing.She scooted up on the bed more and as her legs straightened, the cramps from holding them up became apparent and they felt stiff. She looked down her body to see clear sticky liquid all over her legs, the bed sheets, and beaded up in her pubic hair. She could still feel small waves of pleasure wash. It’s a mix of reality and fantasy.The story which I will be sharing happened to me when I was 25. I was from a small village and moved to a big city for work. After joining the hostel and seeing the girls dress up modern, I got addicted to showing off my body. This was a huge addiction.I mean addiction because I needed that attention from all men – men of all ages, boys, teens, adults, uncles, etc. This has always got me in any trouble over the years. But the adrenaline rush you get is amazing..