He wanted to drink my cum again.Alright !! I took out my cock from his ass.But this time, my cock was stinking like shit. It was because of the bareba...k fucking. Trust me, it was smelling so shitty that if you smell it from close, you will puke in seconds.But Parth behaved exceptional. Forget about smelling, he just took it in mouth and started sucking it. He was doing it greatly. He was amazing at sucking. He sucked me so well and again drank the entire off-white juice which came in his mouth. The heat between them is palpable.She bucks and he fucks. He bucks and she fucks. They kiss. Their mouths as one.They slow down to catch their breathes. Mouth on open mouth. Rock hard cock inside her wet slippery juicy pussy. Hands searching and exploring each other all over.Finally her bikini bottoms are torn off in the heat of their passion. His sweatpant come down to his ankles. They continue to fuck.They are joined by a drunk who sees their activity and coaxes them on. He pulls out his. She turned a bright crimson and made a shrieking 'mmfff' noise. All I could do was tuck my cock back into my pants, and shake my head wearily, turning away to give her privacy to finish her 'fix'. We didn't speak of that day again.I can't bring myself to address this issue straight-on. I know, I know she'd deny having a quote-unquote problem, but oh, she does. Not only does she seem to have an insatiable appetite for the packing tape, and, yes, the Styrofoam worms as well, but an actual fetish. She was not going to agree anyway. She had too much else to lose and could make that kind of money in one year if she worked hard enough. Geri had toyed with the idea of doing a Madonna and producing her own sex book. Madonna had posed nude in every fetish theme she could think of and she'd made over $25m all for herself. Madonna was Geri's idol and she would love to be brave enough to copy her, but she wasn't.On reaching in the arrivals room, there were very few people about but she could just.