Rainy afternoons, moonbeams through wisteria, and moss on nineteenth-century marble statuary are very nice, but that stuff is strictly G-rated. I’ve...flipped through fifteen pages of those books at a time, searching in vain for something that’s remotely possible to use when I whack off. The porn I write is Dee-Eye-Are-Tee-Why DIRTY, not to be shown to children or parents. It belongs hidden under the mattress, behind the pipes beneath the bathroom sink, or in the locked drawer of the nightstand.. “Yes!” He was a little loud. I again started gagging on his cock, my head was moving up and down on his firm hard cock and all the time I was trying to get it all the way down in my throat. “Come here, let me eat you now,” he said, and I lay down on my back while he took off my panties. I touched my pussy before he sat between my legs and bent over me, bringing his face closer to my clean, shaved, wet pussy. He started licking the sweet hole and then pushed his tongue deep in there. “Mmm… fuck. ”He looked down on me in a quizzical manner, smirked and said: “little girl, you have no idea what I have in mind for you, but you can start by cleaning my nasty asshole real good. How does that sound?”I didn’t say a word, but went right to unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. He stepped out of them and told me to lay on my back. Jackson straddled me and set his big black ass right over my mouth. I knew there was no point in hesitating, so took my hands and spread his ass cheeks as far. She catches him looking and blushes, smiling slightly. She wears a men’s Misfits t-shirt and a tartan skirt, with a pair of boots. ‘Hi.’ ‘Hey.’ Her voice drips shyness, ‘Your set was really awesome tonight.’ ‘Oh thanks.’ Johnny smiles, making her blush again. The tones of a record come out of the clubs sound system and the room begins to bounce again. Their conversation continues all the while. She, Kitty, laughs and grabs Johnny’s arm. ‘Fuck.’ An elbow collides with the side of Johnny’s head.