"Actually, I've become a successful artist! I have a small studio in Greenwich Village. And I have you to thank for all my success.” She winked at ...e slyly. “You were the only one who believed in me as an ugly duckling. I was hoping you'd be here tonight so I could personally thank you. I’m sure you don’t remember, but I’d had this terrible crush on one of the football players – funny, I can’t even remember his name now – and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to. . whatever had been working my cock sort of carries it down tonothing and then starts pushing -in- and the thing is I don't mind cuzit's starting to feel better than before in all areas. Not yet. Let mefinish my story. I don't have a lot of time.Now the scene is all the way around and the thing below is deep insideme and still working away and it's feeling really great. I keep havingthese little pops of intensity that just keep getting bigger and biggerand I'm thinking if I can just focus on. You licked your lips trying to take more in. The men continued jerking their cocks trying to squeeze out the last remaining drops of their seed. The cum on your face hung off your chin and cheeks like sticky chewing gum being pulled from the bottom of a shoe.Just as their cocks were going soft, a young man barged into the bathroom, heading to a urinal. He turned abruptly, with complete shock on his face, seeing the scene of the cum-covered slut on the floor and three big cocks hanging over you.. Hunter restarted kissing him, and began rubbing his chest. Both boys were laying on the ground. Jake started caressing Hunters body, still covered by his yellow muscle shirt. Hunter slowly took it off, trying to hold his lips with Jakes for as long as possible. After taking the muscle shirt off, Hunter got himself on top of Jake, pressing his body on him. After kissing and caressing each others bodies, the kiss was broken: Is that a gun in your pocket or youre just happy Im shirtless? asked.