He increases speed, pressure, making me whimper and squeeze the counter top, my legs weak. I can feel myself coming so close, I can feel myself drippi...g down my legs. I can feel his tongue traveling up, feel him change pace to calm me down and take more. Crying out his name, almost finishing, he stops, puts his hands on my ass, tells me to turn around. As I turn around, he stands up and in one swift move lifts me onto the kitchen counter, wrapping my legs around his waist. Putting his fingers. The camera’s eye sharpened and brought into fine detail one man sucking another. A zoom lens brought the fellator’s face into clear focus, even recording his five o’clock shadow. It was Carmine, his mouth stuffed with Jeff’s swollen member. The optics were so good that the veins in that glistening sword, even the hairs surrounding it, were clearly visible. I felt a sudden chill. Even though I only suspected that Carmine was linked to the Mob, I felt certain that if that tape ever left this. As he did, the pink nailpolish he wore flashed in the light. "How lovely they are," he thoughtto himself. "I never thought having long polished nails could be sopretty on me."After he finished touching up his lipstick and checking his makeup onemore time, Ken went to the gate where his flight was to depart from. Ashe got there, he went to the gate desk and checked in. Handing theticket and boarding pass to the agent; he just stood and waited whileshe typed some information into the. “It’s so that you can signal to each other in a vacuum. Are there more feathers on your wrists?”“That’s right,” she replied, beginning to disconnect the seal on her glove. It popped off, revealing her green hide, her three fingers each tipped with a dull claw. She rolled her sleeve up, exposing what looked like a scaly vine that had wound itself around her forearm. It flexed, uncoiling itself, opening up to reveal another fan of multicolored feathers. They folded back down again, the appendage.