“That was just one folder. There are dozens more. But if you’ve seen one photo of Matt’s dick, you’ve seen them all. Do you really want more?�...�“Well, perhaps not. But do you ever take other photos? I mean, not just his dick.”“Yeah, lots. But I’m in some of them and I don’t want to spoil your appetite.”“How do you know you won’t do the opposite?”“You are a glutton for punishment. Okay, give me a second.” She brought up a photo of Matt posing naked in the kitchen. “I need to pee,” she said. “If. He grabbed both tits…hard….then plowed his dick deep inside me and held it there as he erupted….blasting several ropes of hot, creamy jizzm all over the inside of my cunt. He pulled out to the tip, then shoved it back in, holding it there again, as more spunk splashed into my pussy. He kept slamming his penis in and out of me until his balls were completely empty, then plopped himself on top of me to catch his breath….his rigid staff still crammed deep inside my vagina.After our breathing. I knew the man in the white coat was struggling to be utterly professional and losing that game on our second appointment. When he took me by my elbow and led me to the arm of the sofa, I thought he was about to inform me of my rights to remain silent but as soon as he started to push up my skirt in the back I knew exactly what he wanted and it served to fan the fires of desire deep in my soul with a sense of carnal longing that I knew I would be unable to stifle.Now that I look back at that. I could feel my cock getting extra stiff and could feel my balls drawing up tight. Becky noticed it, too, and stopped sucking. She also did this thing where she pressed a spot behind my balls and it not only took away the urge to cum, it almost killed my erection. I went from super hard to bordering on limp in a matter of seconds. She giggled at her cleverness.On and on it went, with Becky teasing me toward a climax but denying it to me every time I got almost there. I could tell that my.