Groaning Sarah arched, body shifting so pins and needles stabbed through her from every angle. She breached, cresting toward the dim light seen so ver... high above, reaching for it, her fingers straining.The mound shifted, a small peak stirred, rising into a high mount, engorging as it lifted slightly, curling upward. The peak formed a little hole, and from that small mouth a hand burst forth into the open air. The hand curled, stiffened fingers relenting in the freedom and the entire mound. He continued to jack off as I rimmed him deep and fast. His asshole began to tighten. He quickly moved his wet oozing cock back to the hole and shot his hot cum on my face and lips. I guided his pulsating cock into my mouth to savor his warm sperm. He gasped and leaned into my face generously giving me the remainder of his juices. I gradually sucked his cock dry and milked down every creamy drop of his sweet manly nectars. I finished sucking and licking all the cum from his nice cock. He. I was curious about Andrea being the model for my first oil portrait but obviously she and Mrs. James had come to some kind of arrangement. I wouldn't have asked but they explained it to me anyway.It seems she had talked with Mrs. James way back in October about something her father wanted. Her mom had left them when Andrea was ten and her dad had been raising her as a single parent ever since. He absolutely doted on her and when she told him she would be taking some art lessons from the one. Difficulty in holding and writing, if I release my emotions and will lose interest in writing. I need a break again.Also, I go through heavy guilty feeling of this addiction. Because if I can spend this kind of efforts and productivity on my career, certifications, training me on new skills that will be useful for practical life. I question myself many times why I’m an addict of this like this.I feel that I’m not giving importance to real life things, I try hard to come out. I did it.