I looked back down at her. "You like that? Huh? You like it when your son tells you to suck his cock? Huh, you slut?" "Mhm!" She almost sq...ealed. Her hand had gone southward, moving fervently against her sopping cunt. "Well suck this cock," I hissed, moved my hips some, and felt the head of my cock against the back of her throat. I heard—felt her gag, saw her eyes water, ruining her mascara. Still, she took me deeper into her mouth, her tongue flicking over my balls, a soft. He had begun to lick my hole, fucking me with his hot tongue. He used his hands to massage my balls, I felt like I was about to explode all over myself, and the room, I was so horny. He took his fingers and stuck them up my ass; I wanted to scream out in ecstasy. After about a minute of this, my dick was oozing. Jacob had returned to the room, naked, with a bottle of lube in his had. He threw the lube on the bed, and lay down to suck my cock. My cock had yet to get a release; I needed to cum,. ‘Can’t be real, you know you got to be careful looking at that website.’ He took a drink of his coffee and sighed. ‘Still, if it is real and we could get some cash out of it…’ His bank account was reaching the end if its run and his jobs as a male model were long gone since his car accident two years ago. He still got checks now and then when some publisher decided to use one of his shots for a book cover, but they were getting fewer and farther between. ‘What the hell, give it a shot, all they. Athira was a rich lady and had many apartments in that building, which she had given on rent. As we entered, Athira closed the door and removed my clothes. She then took me to her bedroom and tied my hands on the bed.She said, “You did not want to celebrate Valentine’s day with me, but here we are…” and started kissing me. Athira was a young Tamil woman. She was dark-skinned and slim. Before I could say anything, Athira was riding on me, and I came in her instantly.Athira said, “Seems like you.