Three hours of wrangling with lawyers, agents and photographers had at least managed to drive Cynthia from my mind. As soon as I saw the Cianfrani log..., our lunch meeting, and everything else, came rushing back. I snarfed the sandwich, gave Helen the soup, and sent for the latest proofs from my new photographer. That gave me another hour of new joy. I almost bit Helen's head off when she brought me the messenger packet. She paused at the door, looking troubled. One look at the return address on. ...As I suck his cock deep into my mouth, I feel a pair of hands, sliding over the cheeks of my ass, under my little pvc skirt, I push my ass out to invite more attention, as I do I feel one hand slide between my thighs, opening my legs his fingers immediately hook my panties out of the way. In seconds I feel gentle pressure of his fingers on my tight hole making me gasp as he worms his finger into me, opening me up for the first time, still with my mouth full of hard cock, first one then two. I can get down and shit, but nahhh I ain't no aesthetics work out kind of guy. I prefer being a strongman and keep it bulky. Which by the way bigger men know how to fucken handle the shit out of all kinds of women. Skinny girls cry when being fucked, eaten, and all that shit from big boys like myself. Average sized girls are preferred when fucking cause they get down and all around. But big women are goddesses cause, well you're gonna have to treat that pussy like a goddess first of all when. I loved pussy.“Ooh, you look so naughty doing that,” Courtney moaned. She licked her lips. “I'm not Mathew, or Kyleigh, but I can do naughty things to you.”I moaned in delight, my fingers pumping in and out of my mouth. I wanted that so bad.My friend shifted on the bed, She rolled me onto my back as she moved down me, her breasts jiggling. Her right hand slid down my belly, making me squirm and my pussy clench, then she reached my pants.Her hand stroked my waistband. She found the snap. It.