‘Que sera, sera,’ I thought to myself, replaying one of my grandmother's favourite songs in my mind.“Yes,” I then quietly whispered.“Do you ...hink of me when you tug on your dick at night?” Hector next asked.“Yes,” I again softly answered.“Do you imagine me fucking you?” Hector persisted.“Always,” I replied in a slightly bolder voice.“Have you ever been fucked before?” Hector then asked as he further interrogated me.“No,” I replied, telling somewhat of a white lie. After I heard a spitting. I asked if he knew all the girls’ plans for their wedding and he said he didn’t know all of it. He did say Julie told him to be prepared for anything at the wedding, which sounds kind of ominous. We were massaging each other while we talked and I felt him start to get hard again. I thought he’d be worn out from the foursome, but he was getting ready to go again.When Jim was good and hard, he rolled over on top of me and started kissing me and rubbing his erection against my pussy lips. I. There were cameras everywhere you looked. Everything was neatly organized with separate sections for digital and film. They even had an accessory department. The photography tips spread throughout the store was a nice touch, too. Needless to say, I loved what I saw. Even if I didn't get the job, I knew I was going to spend a lot of time in there.The lights were flipped on and I got a better look at what was available. There were at least a dozen drool-worthy cameras within a few feet of the. I shift so that he's not pressing against my clit.I'm still aroused, but not so close to coming. I move with him, as I know helikes the way that feels. "Ah, that's it. Be my fuck toy. I like you likethis, hungry and milking my cock." He's pistoning in and out of me. IfI think of how his thrusting makes my belly rise and fall, I'll feel contractionsthat mimic orgasm. I ignore my belly. I ignore my clit. I simply focus on hispleasure, clenching around his cock, then bearing down on it, trying to.