I slid forward and took him into my mouth. His cock tasted different than I had imagined it would, but I found that I loved it. I loved the taste and ... loved feeling of it getting harder in my mouth. I couldn't help but moan and I serviced him. I him all the way in, and my lips pressed against the base of his cock and his erection filled my throat. I found I loved sucking his cock and couldn't get enough. I think Mike liked it too and maybe he was close to cumming, because he pulled his hard. Clubbing.” All of those answers true, but not what I would’ve chosen if I had time to think. I sounded like a flake. “You’re here to interview to be a lingerie and bikini model?” I nodded my head yes. “It looks like you have the body, but I will need to see you with less clothes. Can you stand up in front of the camera and take off your shirt?” The moment of truth. I could end the interview anytime, but I didn’t. I stood up pulled off my t-shirt, then peeled off my tank top. I stood in front of. I tugged once at my bonds in protest but otherwise laid still obediently. He wrapped my legs around his hips, switching between arms to hold his balance. My legs squeezed against him, bracing myself for what was to come. I was so ready. He slowly pulled himself back out of me and I had to bite my lip to muffle the noise that escaped me and squeeze my legs harder, so I wouldn’t thrash underneath him. But not a moment later, he slipped back inside me. My eyes closed, and a sigh left my lips. He. All of his words go directly to the pleasure center between my legs, and my pussy begins to pulse in anticipation. My nipples harden and I rub them against his chest as I give a slight nod of my head. Rob releases my arm, grabs my hair and pulls back further. “Good girl,” he growls. Rob leads me by my hair over to a fence, pushes my back against the hard surface as he sensually assaults my neck with a trail of kisses. I reach down between us and massage his 7- inch cock through his jeans. He.