It had taken him longer than normal but it was clear to see why. She was a stunner, probably barely nineteen, long blonde hair flowing beyond her slim...shoulders and deep, piercing green eyes. She said she was a model and there was no reason to doubt her. I looked at my date, short, borderline chubby. Yeh I was jealous for a moment, until I realised that blonde was well out of my league and anyway, they all looked the same in the dark. We staggered back to our apartment, bringing the sounds of. What a sight for a chap to awaken to."Brighton glanced down, his right hand cupped his 'crown jewels' and returned them to the inside of his britches. "Sorry Holmes, I forgot I was in a state of dis-array." Apology accepted, if you can just assist me in getting out of this damnable chair..."Holmes stood staring down at Burgabiter, contempt distorting his normally handsome face. He swung his head and steadied his gaze on Brighton. "My thanks to you Hove, I doubt if this blighter had pleasant. Thinly, of course. Her toast was now ready to eat, and she returned her thoughts to the man she’d come to see.Despite the quirkiness of his demeanor, she found herself surprisingly drawn to him for two reasons. The first reason was obvious. It’s what first caught her attention — the enormous boner he tried in vain to conceal. Good heavens, it was a monster. As she continued to watch him over time, she began to notice a subtle handsomeness buried beneath his hiked-up pants, rimmed glasses, and. Finally I could feel his body begin to tense.After another deep stroke he pulled completely out of my mouth with a wet, sucking sound. He held the saliva dripping head just out of reach. "Is slut ready to be fed?" He asked in the same tone of voice you would use with a small c***d. He pressed the tip to my lips and smeared spit and pre cum around my lips and cheeks."Yes!." I said in a out of breath whisper. "Please." Please, what? Cum-sluts have to tell me exactly what they want if they expect.