6..8 jets of cum. He's drinking it. I can feel his throat squishing my cock."Hmm.." I released him as I catching my breath. He coughs and snaps his fi...gers again. I can't move. I tried to speak but I can't."You moan."he smirks. "You even beg for more."He kissed me on my lips. He grabbed my soft dick and start strocking it. Humiliated, I moan just by his touch."Let's we what we got here."He rubbed his forefinger to my asshole and starting to penetrate it. "Hmmm, interesting. Your asshole relax. Enjoy!~~~~~ Chapter Eight: Sin City Trisha ~~~~~“Come on, Trisha ,pick up. Why aren't you answering? Dammit, voice mail again. I haven't heard from her for at least, what, seven days now?”“What? Haven't heard from who?” Lilly and I were seated on the living couch watching Scandal on Netflix and she was only half listening.“Trisha. The girl I picked up at the casino. The last time we talked, she was just a few hours from Vegas. Now I can't get her on the phone. I'm starting to worry about – hey,. ”“Not quite your proudest hour,” Abe said, bringing Phil a shot glass full of whiskey, which he kept high up in his closet. Phil accepted it and swallowed it in a single gulp, making a face.“No, it clearly isn’t. He argues the sculpture is proof I’m authentic on one hand, and that I’m a delusional fraud on the other. I’m not sure what I offered the newspaper will help or hurt the situation. It’s as likely to convince people I’m deranged as it is to paint Mr. Malcolm’s claims as false.”“Still,. The heat of the hot day causing a few licks of sweat to run down the crevices between your abdominals. Trickling off the side of your body. To eventually fall to the grass below your pulsing stomach.You look downwards, towards your crotch... as you felt me slightly tensing on your dick. Dragging my clit a tiny way forward and back along the bulge in your pants. Leaving them a little damp. You cringe in restraint. Your dick starts to throb... before it begins to drool slightly. Demanding to feel.