He'd deep throat me as he played with my asshole, felt so nice, i wanted his nice cock in there, i wanted him to fuck my ass, to make me moan like a l...ttle girl. he moved his mouth to my asshole and started rimming me soooo good! mmmmm i love being rimmed! i kept loving his cock with my mouth, so hard for me. then he started telling me how he was going to fuck me so good, like no one has fucked me before. how he was going to tease my asshole with his cock then shove it deep inside, making me. That way we could just sit and gaze and talk. It’s obvious she was inspired. Just willing to work in those darker colors and darker places. She’s definitely defined her own path. Maybe as a beginning, but as a young painter of extraordinary talent, it’s just the place she can mature and express her own voice. What’s it called?”“Best of Friends. Perfect, hunh?”“It is.”“She was jealous. Of me with Ronnie. Of my mom with you.”“Jealous in what way?”“In the way it sounds. She loves Ronnie. She loves. He had been pacing around the office like a caged wolf, pausing at the apex of each circuit to check his appearance in the mirror at the end of the room. While his hand-tailored suit spoke of refined tastes and high quality, the scars on the hand that straightened the tie and smoothed the hair told of a more violent past, one that was only lightly wrapped in Armani silk and Savile Row culture.She shivered as he looked at the wall clock over her head and tugged at his gold and diamond cufflinks. "Oh," she exclaimed looking back,"it's warm." I leaned into her and rubbed my erect penis against her soft cool ass. It felt wonderful. "It feels like a hot poker," she laughed, playfully grinding her ass against me, "we better cool it off in the shower." She stepped into the shower and I followed. My penis was painfully erect and the running water almost put me over the top. I turned quickly away from the stream of water. "What's wrong?" "I'm in danger of spurting, as you say, if I don't leave.