Her lips engulfed the glass thread giving it pleasure it would never know, and her mouth and throat filled; too much. A bunch dripped out, soaked her ...hin, and splashed on her huge breasts. She wiped her mess with a jiggly, freckled arm. Leaning her curves against the bar, her dirty tank top was dotted with filth and now sported a fresh beer stain to match a couple older ones, which was in complete contrast to her rich, perfectly kept, thick blonde hair, hemmed impeccably in place, except for. ”“How often do they want sex?”“Depends on their mood. Some once a week and some several times a day.”Valqua shook her head, “No wonder you need help. I guess I have little choice to do this or starve. I will take it as a salvation.”Ilya hugged her, “That is a good way to think. There is much to learn about pleasing men but I also want you to learn to read and write too.” That brightened the anxious girl’s face.There was a knock at the door. Ilya directed Valqua to sit on the chair in the corner. Vivian let my cock slip from her mouth and her hand released my scrotum. She stood in front of me. I reached up, unbuttoned her shirt. I let pulled the shirt from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Vivian removed her bra as I unzipped her skirt.I pulled her skirt down, letting it fall to the floor. In front of me was her hard, thin cock. I ran my tongue over the head then down the shaft. Vivian grabbed my head as I took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it as my hand. "I am VERY happy, indeed."As Tomas heard this, he felt his cock stiffening behind his zipper, and he recalled, and with clarity, the hotel room in Kenya where he and Mara had first met up with Omar. They had all three been understandably nervous, while excited and eager at the same time. Now, nearly eight months later, and as Mara drew closer to the time of delivery, he and Omar, both, were thrilled with how everything had developed. Of course, though both men were excited, Omar was the father.