Drawing from today’s pictures, she had trouble deciding, and ended up uploading a total of 25 pictures. Her ‘friends’ were quick to compliment h...r on her new uploaded pictures. They were surprised that she had posted so many at once, also at how good the quality was. She informed them about having met a professional photographer which took the pictures. No complaints on their end, though plenty of envy. One of them had mentioned that the city she was in had a body-paint club. She didn’t. Around her lovely, flawless face her hair was strewn in chaotic blonde sunbursts against the white sheets. His groin tightened. His balls constricted. His stomach felt inside out, his thighs quivered madly like the flanks of a stallion being bothered by a fly. Then he was frozen and rigid and growling out the beautiful agony of climax. He shot his load into her convulsing cunt, shot a series of hot jets into her already drenched pussy.He battered her back down to the mattress and collapsed atop. ‘Th-thank-you,’ he stammered, body wracked with frequent post-orgasmic twitches. ‘At least I now know what to do if it happens again!’ laughed Emma. ‘Now, let’s wash all this jism off ourselves and get to work.’ She clambered off him and hopped from the bed, grabbing her T-shirt from the floor as she left giving her gibbering landlord a front seat view of her bodacious behind and pink outer labia as she stooped. After a wash and a breakfast (muesli for Emma, a plate of badly needed restorative. ” Marg leaned back and put her hand back on Jared’s cock.“Hey, you know Dad and Uncle Rob would always fuck you first. They sometimes left me out entirely before I got my tits.” Sammie was immediately embarrassed that she let that bit of family history slide. Her dad had been dead for a couple years, but still a weird thing to bring up.“I did my exercises every night while you were getting fucked by anyone willing to throw a stick at you.” Marg meant to hurt and Jared knew this. Almost without.