As you mayalreadyknow, I love to paint. It's my passion, really, art is. I nearly became the famous artist'Christobel', but that bastard Antonio Monat...i tried to turn me into something I'm not, andeven worse, triedto separate me from myfamily. Sure, my dad may be a fat, inconsiderate retard, mymother a slutty, mean, self - absorbed bitch, mysister a suicidal social outcast and mybrother a homosexual megalomaniac, but whenit comes down to it, they're myfamily, and I love them.You maythink I have. I’ve lost all self respect. At first he’d push my head around as he watched forcing me to take all when he climaxed, he was masturbating watching you only using my mouth rather than his hand, with tears running down while he masturbated I listened to him watching you, ‘reach up baby, shake them big tits, now make them jump, that’s it keep it up’. Now he no longer pushes my head, I know what he wants, I can tell by the music and his comments about your boobs when he’s ready to cum, when to take. ”This would be three Fridays in a row she’d went to her best friend for the night. Oh well, safer than her going out on dates he thought to himself.That day he finished chores around the house. Having the time to himself, he fired up the computer to surf some porn that night. Wow, he’d been so busy lately he hadn’t jerked off in over a week. An hour of internet babes and he felt the need to see some real pussy. So he headed to one of the local strip clubs. It was fun for a while and some of the. Elleeut un mouvement de recul, mais très vite revint, ouvrant au maximumla bouche pour absorber complètement ce sexe énorme. L'hommeprit sa tête à deux mains, et la fit aller à son rythmejusqu'à ce qu'il jouisse à son tour et décharge son spermesur ce visage déjà maculé par les larmes qui avaient faitcouler le maquillage. IL la repoussa et retourna s'allonger sur sa couchettesans un mot. Brusquement, Viviane se mit à pleurer : calmée aprèsses trois orgasmes, elle avait honte de ce qu'elle avait.