The rubbing of the side of his index finger back and forth over the ball of his thumb... with both hands."Really?" I said, giving the tub of guts nine...y-eight cents worth of my million dollar smile."Yeah. I talked to my dad," he said, "and he thinks the bowling alley idea is great..."The bowling alley idea was Harold's alternative No. 57 to professional football."... He said he'd front me the capital I need to get things started. "We're in business, baby!" he said, opening his bloated arms,. And I orgasmed!Although restrained, I bucked like a crazy horse and heard her laughing as she clutched at me to hold on and keep pumping.Finally I lay there shuddering and she kept pumping.“I can’t!” I managed to say breathlessly. “Please, Mistress, I can’t cum agaiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnn FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK!”I came again!And again!I was exhausted and she knew it. She smiled down at me as she unbuckled the strap-on. She eased herself from it leaving it in me. My cunt so swollen that it held. The feeling was surreal. As Paul began to suck on the cock, he truly felt like a woman. Above him, the man moaned and groaned, enjoying the pleasure of having his cock sucked. But soon he had had enough of that. Leaning down, he whispered in Paul's ear, 'You know what's coming next don't you.' Paul nodded his head. The man then suddenly slapped Paul roughly across the face. 'Then beg me for it, you sissy.' The shock of the slap took Paul by surprise. Before he could reply, the man slapped him. Oh… oh… oh god, that's big. Slowly! Slowly!” she implored.Pressing forward, millimetre after millimetre edged inside, stretching and torturing her tight passage with every slight movement and each throbbing vein. Withdrawing until my large head was parting the very tips of her lips I paused, then slowly pushed back in farther than ever.“Oh my god! Yes. YES!” panted Leah, with still more than half my cock to go, but I could already feel her heat rising.Back and forth I rocked, pulling farther.