"The tongue gave his penis a gentle squeeze and began to work lower, caressing his balls as she began to cover him. Soon her wet labia began to cover ...is head, and her passage moved down to slowly surround him."I cannot love you if there are any questions, if there are any complications. You must disappear Jiri, you must lose yourself."Each point was emphasized by a slight thrust as she impaled herself on him deeper and deeper. As he found himself fully ensheathed, that tongue sidled past and. Its noontime andyou’ve just got out of the shower wearing a frumpy terry robe when I call. “Hello” you answer. “Hey Diva,I just wanted to call you and let you know how happy I am that you’re here,” I say to you. We chat brieflyand you go to sit in front of the TV. You thumb through my DVD's when the phone rings again. It’s me, “I’m coming home.” “Why”, you question me. I respond, “I want to be where you are.”I pull up into the drive and you hear the key in the door. I enter to see you standing. Eventually, I wiped my oozing cock over his gooey face until there was nothing left to give him.It was the first time any other man had tasted my cock. When I described the scene to Blaise later, he said he had no problem with me using whatever I had to in order to get the best deal possible.In hindsight, this was the best deal I could have made. Eventually, my photobooks sold thousands of copies, selling out three print runs. To be honest, I knew that eventually my cock would be in another. Deeper. Faster. More. He pounded into her, grunting with exertion, sweat slicking his chest as her pussy milked his needy cock. “Yes. Yes! Give it to me!” She gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders.All his muscles clenched. He rammed hard inside her, balls contracting against her heat. Scorching, raging cum blasted down his cock, firing deep inside her hot, honeyed pussy.He sagged, forehead to her shoulder, catching his breath at her heaving chest. Her nails raked through his hair..