” Her face screwed up with the effort it took to force down her pleasure. His thrusts became erratic, and he was nearing his own apex. “Now,” he...said. She came instantly, crying out with ecstasy. Her pussy squeezed his cock hard, triggering his own orgasm. A few hard, sharp thrusts and he came with a groan.For a long moment, he stayed there, simply reveling in the feel of his cock softening inside her, before finally pulling out. He plucked a couple of tissues from off his desk, cleaning his. " Mostly."April raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "What's that supposed to mean?" Well, I'm not supposed to tell, but she is willing to do it with guys.They just have to do something for her first." What's that?" They have to wear her clothes. Actually, she'd be satisfied with justthe lingerie, but the more clothes she can get the guy into, the moreinterested she becomes." Are you sure about that?" Yeah." How exactly do you know about this?" Let's just say that thanks to her, I'm no longer a. The camera just kept filming. “Take off your shoes, then your shorts.” I kicked off my sandals, but I stopped with my hands on my shorts. “I’m only wearing a thong underneath.” “That’s okay. A lot of the lingerie you’ll model include thongs.” I hesitated, but after a few seconds I slid off my shorts. He had me turn around so the camera could capture all of me, before facing him again. The air flowing across my exposed skin felt so cold. I wanted a break to think things over, but he kept. Jenny’s senses reeled. Before her and on the stage was the source of the moaning. A petite, blonde haired woman was bent over a low standing table with her face buried between a sultry, black woman’s toned thighs. Jenny could see the blonde’s tongue lapping up and down the other woman’s slick pussy, but the moaning was not coming from the black woman. It was coming from the blonde herself. As she sucked and slurped the other woman’s pussy, a very well-endowed and heavily muscled black man was.