She was wearing a black lacquer bustier with suspenders to her black stock,ings , some black panties and her ‘fuck me ‘# high heels’. her finger...goes to her shaved pussy collecting some of her juices offering me a taste.. then she kisses me telling me to open the suspenders and taking down her panties – the panties get pulled over my head and used as a kind of collar which she takes and pulls me on my knees to the bedroom.. there she lies right to the edge and spreads her legs and teall me to. I looked down to watch her and she looked up at me. Our eyes locked on one another as I came. I came deep in her throat jet after jet after jet. As I was cumming she gripped my balls a little harder in her hand and as she felt my cock pump she would squeeze a little. Finally when I finished and she had drunk every last drop she sat back up between my legs. I lay there for a few moments while Cheryl put more oil in her hand and started lightly stroking my cock again. Only. She slipped off the bed and went to the toilet.Unfortunately, she had not remembered torn flesh that lay just behind the curtain of her inner cuntlips. The final dribbling flow of her urine ran into the tender area and started it smarting all over again. She jumped up to the lavatory and applied one of the cooling wet pads until the misery let up a little.When she felt relieved, she started back to the bed, then decided to take advantage of her small freedom, not knowing how long it might last.. She grabbed my cock and was rubbing it through my pants. She lowered her top and let me look at her boobs. They were awesome. I think B cups, natural, and she had puffy large nipples. I asked if she could drop her panties, and she whispered ‘you have to buy a private dance for that.’ After the half hour of bliss, the songs were over, and I asked about the private dance. I paid her $50 for it, and she led me to the back to a private tiny room with a chair. She stepped out of her thong bikini.