That got his attention in a hurry, and he opened the beer, drank probaby half of it, and stared at me. Maybe it was that my slow descent to the floor ...ad revealed the lack of underwear, maybe it was the look in my eye as I took a healthy sip of my wine and set the glass aside. I did set the glass aside, and reached for him, I opened his pants, took out his still mostly hard cock, and tested the claims of the maker that my lipstick was long lasting.If there is ever an Olypmic event that includes. He knows my answer to that question never changes. Always.With his hands in my hair I feel his power; wait for him to unleash it inside me exactly how I need it. With the utmost control he slides into my waiting mouth. I feel him deep, loving the press of his hot flesh against the grain of my tongue. He hits my throat and I swallow around him, the first hint of his cum finding my tastes buds as he draws leisurely back. He stops before he pops from my mouth, the head prone at my lips, waiting. No, if I get up that will be it and I’ll lose it, the theme of the story.So I kept going and the words just kept pouring out of me. It was morning before I knew it and the dawn chorus of birds broke into my consciousness with their insistent and constant chirping and the sound of the breakers hitting the beach. I hate being distracted. I think it may have something to do with the touch of ADD that I have.Well it was finished, apart from doing a spell check and another read, but the words were. It all boiled down to keep pouring it on.The second round started and I decided to change things up a bit to keep him off kilter, though I kept pressing. I launched a side kick to the midsection that connected pretty good, as there was a thwack and a grunt heard as it landed. That successful strike did something it shouldn’t have. It gave me a sense of over confidence; I was blasting kicks anytime I could.I went to the well one too many times. As the round was coming to an end, I launched a.