Tell me about you. What do you do for a living?" Elizabeth asked. "Certainly nothing as glamorous as being a fashion model! I work as a mailroom clerk...for Picard Chemicals Corporation," he said, looking down. "You mean that huge black building downtown on 33rd Street, the one all those mirrored windows?" she asked. "Yeah, the one everyone complains about when it's time to drive home. The afternoon sun hits those windows and makes it hard for the drivers headed west to see! But the mailroom is. Her hand takes my beaten and swollen head and begins to wring it, so gently, a lazy circle around my helmut. And again, still her other hand clamped on my base, the blood, swollen and trapped, and still another slow ring around my most sensitive of possessions. Heaven, nirvana, whatever god that fires you, would be her lips, her breath, her mouth, to take my swollen purple head and please me to the simple point of absolutely owning me. A simple kiss, a gesture, the warmth of her mouth, the. But it is isn't over yet.” My dick was hard as a rock by now and it was throbbing I raised myself over Alia and positioned my dick right over her cunt. Her legs spread wide and she was pinching her boobs in anticipation of the penetration. I pushed my dick against her slit, sliding it completely over her lips. The underside of my cock became wet with juices. I slowly rubbed it over her lips, while staring into her eyes.“Tell me how much you want my cock?”“Mmmm… I want it soo much.” Alia. I was struggling to avoid cumming as I did not want it to end, and I said, "If you keep going, I'm going to cum!"Bryan stopped thrusting as he slowly pulled his penis out. I turned around, resting over the desktop, and trying to take my breath back. He was standing there, heavily breathing, covered in sweat, sculptural, symmetric muscles, a huge dick asking for more. Every second I was standing in front of him, and looking at that divine body made me desire him even more.I stepped forward,.