He could never refuse Jade. If she said she needed beer, then she needed beer. Jade grabbed her beer bottle by the neck and took a swig. Quinn followe... her with his eyes. He watched her swallowing organs and he tasted the liquid as it traveled down her throat. ‘What are you doing here? This neighborhood is shit. I thought you were a hotshot writer.’ Quinn watched Jade. She placed her beer bottle on the table. She missed the coaster by a few feet. Quinn’s legs went numb and he couldn’t feel his. He eventually began thrusting his body into my salivating mouth. He came quickly after with a sperm load I had never received. I swallowed most of it as he thrust into my throat but when his thrust would be outwards his cum would spill from my mouth onto my thighs and the toilet seat. He then reached down to my vagina touching my clit and then rubbing it. I had a terrific orgasm while his cock was now getting soft in my mouth. We stayed in that position, i think not wanting to face reality,. Eric slid his hand underneath the skirt of Elaine's sundress and the two began kissing, thrusting their tongues into each other's mouths.Kelli was stunned. She couldn't believe what she was seeing!Elaine pulled away from Eric and smiled at Kelli. "What's wrong, Kelli?" N-n-nothing," Kelli stammered.Elaine got up and went over to Kelli. She dropped to her knees and pushed Kelli's skirt up to her waist."What a pretty pussy we have here. No panties. Look, Eric, isn't this a pretty pussy?". She admired his lean, athletic figure and his smart attire. The brass buttons of his navy blazer caught the spotlight and seemed to twinkle at her. She had to have him! As an old hand at such concerts, Madeleine was able to hustle herself backstage after the trumpeter’s performance. As soloist, his services for the main piece (a sugary Mozart symphony) were not required. She found him and collared him immediately, thrusting a tired business card into his clammy hand. “I’m an industry.