Somehow his glass had been filled again and he took italong. His bedroom was a study in pink and rose and white and more pink.Lots of pink. There wa... a small canopied bed, meant for a young girl,with a bedspread decorated by images of princesses and unicorns andclouds with smiling faces. On the dresser were cosmetics and scents andtwo mannequin heads with wigs perched atop them. Pictures on the wallsincluded fashion models, female pop stars and, to his distress, severalhunky guys with their. He takes off his belt and drops it on the carpet. He unzips his pants and rubs his erection. She opens the bedroom door and leaves halfway open. He follows her inside and stands right behind her.He grabs her hips and pulls her to him, resting is hard cock on her ass through their clothes. She raises her right hand behind his head and brings him to her neck. He kisses her there, sucking and licking gently. She unbuttons his pants and drops them with her hands behind her back and strokes his. If only I could last longer .Beyonce was moving too good and I couldn’t go much more .So I reflected on the word she had said to me before: ...anything you want .I wanted to cum on her face for such a long time .All my fantasies ended with me jizzing on her face smiling and with our eyes locked .So for the first time that evening I took matter in my own hand and told her what I wanted, not asking but almost commanding it:“I’m cumming again .I want to cum on your face!”She didn’t say nothing. I took a seat in the chair. She sat on the couch opposite me. “God, I am going to regret this, but what the fuck are you doing here?” Miranda asked. It was all I could do to keep from staring at her tanned legs as they jutted out from under the mini skirt she was wearing. They still looked the same as when we dated, tanned, smooth, and very sensual. I wondered if they still led to the thin landing strip she always kept between her legs when we were together. There was no use dragging it out..