I’m proud of it and feel very sexy after all the dieting and exercising. I worked hard for my belly… it is my evidence, my reward. Men are looking...at me again. I’ve seen them ogling me. I know that they are imagining doing things to me. Rude, lewd, crude things. I just wish one of them would get on and actually do it. I’d loved to be fucked again. Not even love. Lust would be good, great even. Just a man who wanted to jump my bones, and wasn’t too afraid or too respectful to actually tell me. . Foxx moaned his satisfaction with her as she subserviently knelt - her heavily ripened breasts swaying like fruit ready to be picked - between his widespread legs. She was holding the lust-thickened shaft of his cock with one hand, while the other reached under to caress his sperm- laden testicles in their scrotal sac. In spite of the erotic pleasure she was bringing him, his mind was on other matters. Changes, of which Phyllis wasn't aware as yet, were in the offing. At the last meeting he had. That was all the encouragement I needed to continue.. .I start pulling my hips back and forth, eagerly pulling my cock almost completely from her mouth before forcing it hard and fast back down her throat. She is accommodating my thrusts eagerly. Within a minute, I'm fucking in and out of her throat as hard and fast as I would fuck her pussy. The mascara over her eyes is running in black streams down her cheeks….but she never relents. It has been a long time that my cock was sucked so eagerly.. It didn’t help that I was having to really struggle not to stare at her cleavage. I was used to seeing her in t-shirts or sweatshirts and while I knew she wasn’t exactly small up top, knowing that and seeing that were two entirely different things. Bree was a nice size C cup and she had picked a blouse that was clearly designed to not let me forget that. I’m usually pretty good at actually talking to a woman’s face rather than her cleavage, but it was going to be a real struggle to do so.