I wrote a poem about it, and he read it matter of factly. He laid it down alongside his crypt and fucked me non-chalantly. He smelled like stale cigar...ttes to me. It disgusted me, and I gathered my things and left him. The image never left me. He is married now to a rotund little girl he met online and who enjoys playing Holly Homemaker with him, while he skulks the nightclubs of N.Y.C. looking for a new freak to replace me. He calls once in awhile. At least I know I am not easily replicated. I. Chrissie is amazed how wet she is and knows that she has to cum. She stands up and takes her skirt and panties off. She notices the wet stain on them and knows that if Rob or James were there they would now be smelling and licking them. She carries on watching the video and loves how the guy holds her latex clad face still and fucks her mouth. Chrissie now has two fingers deep inside her and is finger fucking herself. Then she reaches for her clit and with just few rubs she is having the huge. So it on to plan b; at this point in time, I have no idea what plan b, is yet.I lay naked on my bed, I spread my legs wide and pushed my hairbrush handle slowly all the way into my wet pussy. Although still technically a virgin at this time, the hairbrush went in without any pain. I imagined his cock thrusting into me in time with my own hands moving between my legs. My orgasm didn't take long coming; I forced myself to keep pumping until it had subsided. Oh wow that was one of my best yet,. "Yea. That's my liittle cock-swallowing slut, suck every inch of my big meat." I said as I looked at her pink, glittery lips, still bathed in that shimmer-pink color, snuggled tightly against the base of my shaft. I discovered after just a few dates that Crystal was a seriously sexy man-pleaser, one of her many fine qualities and the one I appreciated most. The excitement of her eyes spoke volumes about her willingness to suck that cock the best she could, as I caressed her cheek with my thumb.