He then laid on the bed and he said no pix of my face,I said I won't but did get his face once,but I knew i could crop it out before sending him the p...x back. He pulled away his panty and his semi erect c**k was right there,I thought mine was better looking as I remember looking at it,he started to stroke himself,but I wanted some bulge pictures not just him wanking one off,that's when I asked him if i could hold him,i didn't realize how hard it was and how erect he got,even took some pix and. ———- ‘You’re kidding me,’ Ella gushed, trying to take in everything Marilyn had explained. Their eyes met over the rim of her half full wine glass. Half full? When she’d met her woman in Dubai, Ella had been feeling like a half empty kind of person. What a difference a few weeks made. She’d finally ended her dying relationship with Marc, changed her career, become a model with the Secret Fantasies agency, was earning more money than she could ever have dreamed about, and her sex life couldn’t. This had all happened too fast for me to process. Ten minutes back I was going to bed angry, depressed and cursing my husband. And here I was now, with an unexpected visit and an even more uninvited visitor in my mouth. I was surprised not only with the turn of events but also with the size and weight of it stretching my mouth. He had started to slowly fuck my mouth moving his hips in a gentle practiced rhythm, holding my head by my hair in a tight grip so I could not turn my head or neck. My. ‘No, no, don’t stop.’ He raised his left eyebrow curiously, but he didn’t stop. He fucked me again, harder, faster and deeper until I felt his cock expand and he thrust one last time as he had his own orgasm. His eyes shut tightly, his body tense and tight. I ran my hands over his chest, whispering his name. Shocking me, I had another orgasm just watching him cum. Collapsing on top of me, he again held my face and kissed me tenderly and affectionately, smiling. I smiled right back, my hands.