Yes, I had descriptions of her facial and body language, I wanted more. I wanted to feel her soft skin, and brush my hands through her gentle hair. I...wanted to experience her quirks and smell her fragrance. Each night as I turned of the screen my heart ached for someone to hold. The time spent between getting ready for bed and closing my eyes was the longest part of the day. I never whimpered, though I came close many of nights being lonely inside. The months had indeed past quickly, before. He pulled out and shot cum all over her. The look of her eyes begging him to cum all over her lips was mesmerizing. He shot cum on her face and neck and tits for what seemed like forever. She tried to catch with her tongue what she could. "Clean it" he ordered, although he really didn't have to, she knew what she was supposed to do. She licked him clean. He then unhooked her and took her to a large leather chair. He handcuffed her and let her sit back, her feet up on the arms of the large. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”“Enjoyed it? Whew!” Even though he wasn’t as darkskinned as his father had been, his own skin, the colorof warm umber, contrasted with the moonlit pale skin ofher body. As Ben pressed forward in a full back rub, hebrought his hands, arms, shoulders and chest down closeto her and, taking a big emotional chance, he whisperedin her ear. “I think I finally understand why you’vehad so many lovers.”“What?” She. It was the perfect blow-job, but she would not bring me to orgasm. She asked me: "Do you have condoms?" Hey, this was a hotel room shared by college buddies. If we didn't have anything else, we had condoms - somewhere! I started rummaging through their luggage and in the first bag, I found Mr. Trojans. This was consolation for the soap fiasco. She picked up on the blow-job where she left off because I had lost a little of the erection that I had, but two slurps brought me back to real-steel.