His cock. Fuck, I really have to calm my breathing, or else even the fan won't overcome my loud and fast breathing. I want to moan his name, but I don... dare to say it outloud. I want to touch his skin, but I dont dare to try. I want so much... I want his mouth, lips, saliva...our tongues entwined rubbing against each other...I cant...I cant stop... I should... but I can't my legs are trembling just with the thought of him. It's no longer my hands moving...my whole body is moving towards my. I gasped. Bracing myself, I felt overwhelmed, just giving myself to him and letting him use and pleasure me. I felt his finger rub just inside my opening and it made me cum swell, teasing and edging me ever closer to orgasm. I felt me eyes roll back in my head. Bracing against the shower walls, my orgasm exploded out of me, shooting wave after wave of white hot cum in his mouth and down his throat. He swallowed every drop. I turned off off the shower and took him by the hand. Leading him to his. Slowly he moves it closer to the part opened mouth, resting the tip against the lips. He pauses there watching closely as the last vestige of resistance breaks down.The thumb in his mouth sent a shiver through him, he had sucked dildos on command before and enjoyed the thrill and imaginings that it was a real cock. He had never had another mans anything in his mouth. The thumb was easy to accept, it wasn’t anything weird or too strange and it tasted good. When the question was asked there was. After quickly viewing the day's roll and talking about how good this photo or that photo is, or discussing which 'looks' are working and not working for her, she would return home to her small apartment in Shinjuku, often exhausted, but always tingling with sensual desire. She would run a bath, eat dinner, bathe, dry her hair, and then spend at least an hour, sometimes two, masturbating. It was her release from the day's built up sexual and sensual effects of posing in skimpy clothing, using.