Finally he would let out one long grunt and his body would tense as he fills your pussy, gush after gush of hot creamy cum and I would see as his shaf... turns a milky white. He would climb off of you and lie there naked as you turn to me and order me to lick your clit. Like a good boy I would do as I'm told and get on top of you for a kiss and you would deny me, telling me that's not what you asked for as you push my head down between your legs. My tongue would touch your lips and dig into your. He had received her letter from Sydney and was still trying to get over his loss. As soon as he had read the letter he had hired private enquiry agents (the best) to track her down and was ready at any time to fly out and plead with her personally to reconsider. But Emma had covered her tracks well, with the Professor's help.He could see how the poor young woman was eaten up with guilt, and he shared her horror at what she had done. But the Count was older and wiser than Emma. He knew that. He wasn't 6-pack strong, but he wasn't fat either, just trim, as if it looked like he worked out a few times a week. As I watched for a few seconds, I felt my penis softly pushing against my trousers. The boy, who's name I recognized as Hunter, looked like he was experienced. He rubbed his head, softly moving down to his shaft, jerking slowly, building up speed. As he grabbed his balls, I almost let out a loud gasp. Since I couldn't stand it anymore, I unzipped my trousers, and pulled out my. He swallowed the girth, allowing the length to slip along his tongue and invade his throat. He savored the light, salty taste, mixing in his mouth.The men were enveloped in the moment, lost in the pleasure. As Rob bobbed his head. Anthony leaned back, bracing his hot body against the cool, porcelain sink. Their rhythm soon fell into sync with Anthony's thrusting to meet Rob's mouth. Maybe I can take this further, Rob thought."That feels so good." Anthony whispered between quickening.