Our bodies building up a slow thrusting rhythm, your hips thrusting up to meet my fingers, forcing them deeper still inside you, as I thrust my hips b...ck and forth feeding you more of my cock. Once you reach the hilt of my cock, my balls resting against your chin and the head of my dick firmly resting in your throat. You do something I have never felt before, you begin to use your throat muscles to massage and practically milk my cock head, causing me to throw my head back and groan loudly. She was gorgeous. Blonde wavy hair, and pretty blue eyes. Very full tits and a round ass. Her hair was almost to her ass and her tan skin was flawless.Rachel told Zoey that William was looking for her and zoey rushed off to find him. Rachel gave me a drink and we talked to a lot of people. Everyone seemed to want to be around her. She was clearly popular. She gave me another drink and another. I was pretty buzzed, when she led me up the stairs. She said she wanted some quiet time to talk to me. It is always next to me where I can feel it and reach it in a hurry. Now Quackser Fortune may have had a cousin in the Bronx, but I lucked out one better. I had an Uncle Jorge who owned a German bakery in Brooklyn Heights. That’s the snobby area of Brooklyn, with its expensive three-story townhouses and killer views of Manhattan from the Promenade. So apart from the fact that Uncle Jorge made cheese blintzes to die for; he also had a loft above the bakery that had remained unused for anything. ” I know this time I must refresh you. There is bottled water across the room. I leave the bed. I leave you alone. I know that I will return and I know that beneath those covers, warm between the crisp white sheets, you lie, naked. I open the water and offer it to you. “Drink.” You prop yourself on one elbow, half asleep. You take the water, sip, and a droplet escapes from the corner of your mouth and trickles down your chin. The droplet follows a course down your neck.