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“Hi sweetie!” I yelled, as I ran up to John, my neurosurgeon lover and client for the last 2 months. He had contacted me again, through my escort agency and this time he had flown me down to Cabo to spend time with him. This was the 5th time in 8 weeks that he had hired me for a vacation get away and I had loved them all. He was a wonderful lover and had the biggest cock I’d ever had. It was sad that he was married, but I was his, however he wanted me, when we were together. He had originally hired me because he was a fan and had seen me taking large cocks in my films. I had a reputation in the adult industry as being a size queen and my forte was taking on large groups of huge cocks during gangbangs, being penetrated by multiple men at once and for bukakke films. He had never been able to fully enjoy sex with his wife or various lovers and he wanted to see if the industries youngest new porn star could accommodate his enormous prick. He was impossible to deepthroat or to even get more than three or four inches of his thick cock into my mouth, but my pussy and ass took his entire girth and length. He took pleasure in pounding my holes until I begged him to quit and I had enjoyed his cock domination as he shredded my cunt and asshole each time we got together. He had always satiated my sexual needs and left me sore more often than not. He pressed tightly into me as we hugged and kissed deeply, his tongue intertwining with mine. My hand reached down to grip and rub his cock through his short and I didn’t care who saw me. “You’re definitely happy to see me baby.” I said as I squeezed his firm dick through his pant. “You are too wild Velvet. We’re going to get into trouble.” He said as he laughed and grabbed my luggage. We were off to the penthouse suite on the beach for the next 5 days and I just knew that we’d spend most of them in bed. He grabbed my ass as I got into the car and I made sure to suck his cock, as indiscriminately as I could, on the drive to the hotel. I wanted him hard for my 18 year old wet pussy when we got there.
“Ohhh FUCK!!! Ohhh FUCK!!!” I kept yelling and grunting out as John pounded my slippery cunt with his thick hard pole. “Gimme that white, fuckin’ horse cock.” I pleaded as I pushed back to take the entire length of his tool. His hands gripped my hips and ass while he fucked the shit out of me. He was 64 and I was going to be 19, in the next 3 months, but our age difference meant nothing to either of us as we made love and spent time publicly during the next 5 days. We had sex in so many different locations and I took great pride in letting him have his way with me, since he was paying for every minute. I would have still done the same, had we of just been lovers, but he was my client and I was the ultimate professional. John held my hand as we walked the beach late at night, the full moon brightening the sky and wet beach as if it were nearly daylight. I threw our blanket onto the sand and we watched the waves for a while before I went down on him and sucked his throbbing, blood engorged organ. “You are so fucking big baby. I just love it. I could lick your big, white cock all night long.” I told him as I looked up at him and ran my tongue down his nearly 14 inch shaft and took one of his large balls into my mouth to suck. I reached for my cell phone and recorded a selfie of my sucking his cock for about 3 or 4 minutes. I finally put the phone down and blew him for quite some time before pushing him back, standing up to slip off my tight fitting dress and then straddling him. I slid down the length of his giant member and bounced on his penis, holding my breasts as I moaned out in ecstasy. We fucked on the beach for nearly an hour before he exploded deep in my vagina, blasting my cervix with his warm, sticky jizz. I licked him clean before we walked back to our room and then showered. While I was washing his dick and stroking it slowly with soap, he dropped a bombshell on me. “I’m leaving my wife and I want to be with you.” He said. I was shocked, but I kept stroking him, staring at his freakishly huge penis. “Are you sure baby?” I asked, turning around and bending slightly at the waste, my ass pointing toward him as I guided his lathered up prick toward my ass. He pushed forward and slid slowly into my rectum, easily penetrating my more than capable asshole. He stroked me gently and slowly as he opened up about his unfulfilling marriage and how he had fallen in love with me. His dick felt so good inside of me, filling me more than I had ever been filled by any man. “You know that you’re my client and I’m just your weekend whore?” I asked him as he continued to ass fuck me. “I want more than that Velvet.” He said as he pushed me against the glass wall of the shower, skewering me on his dick and thrusting harder and deeper as he told me about how I had given him everything he ever wanted in a women. “I don’t care what you do or what you’ve done, I just want to be with you all the time.” He said as his thrusts lifted me off my feet and drove his prick deeper into my booty. I grunted and moaned as I came, rubbing my hard, erect clit with my thumb as I fucked my pussy with three of my fingers. “Ok baby. As long as you don’t mind me being a porn star and fucking other men.” I said. “I won’t give up my career and if you can live with that, I’d love to be your girl.” I said truthfully, wondering how I was going to explain this to my current boyfriend and lover. “I would have never met you had I not seen you in porn or online, so I can live with watching you have sex on film and knowing that other men have hired you to fuck them. I get turn on knowing that it’s my big cock that your pussy will be coming home to and also knowing that you love it the best.” He told me ,with a bit of arrogance and pride. It was true and I screamed out as he began to drive his dick harder and quicker into my asshole. “Fuck me hard baby!” I said and let my new boyfriend ram me until he filled my asshole with a huge load of sperm.
I continued to work and to see Anthony and his friends in my spare time, not telling him about my situation with John. I was meeting with John more often now, as he began flying me regularly to see him, whenever my schedule allowed it. I had grown used to his giant dick and I was even beginning to get more of it into my mouth when I gave him head, which was often. Two months passed and I was going to be turning 19 in the next three weeks, when John told me that he and his wife had ended their marriage on good terms and had agreed to a quick and equal dissolution. They had been married for nearly 40 years, so everyone in his family was surprised. His wife had known that he had had many lovers over the years, trying hard to quench his sexual urges, and she must have known that it would happen eventually. He didn’t tell her that the other woman was only 18 or that I was a porn star and had been with over 7,000 men, thus able to take his goliath of a cock. He just moved on and their divorce was made official during a weekend together in Las Vegas. “I’m free Velvet and it feels so good.” He told me as we sat eating on the patio, overlooking the strip and Bellagio fountains, at Mon Ami Gabi restaurant. We had been making love all day and were famished when we had arrived. My head was spinning as we had finished off a bottle of wine with our dinner to celebrate. “I love you sweetie.” I told him as we kissed across the table. A handful of nearby diners stared while the young, teenage black girl locked lips and swapped tongues with the white, gray-haired attractive gentleman who could have been her grandfather. Of course, it was Vegas, so the stares only lasted briefly and would have probably been much longer had they seen how he had been fucking me silly before we had arrived. I truly did love John and maybe it was because he reminded me of my father. He was a good lover, just like him, and he also understood my need for sex. John wasn’t an addict like me, but he had urges that needed to be met when it came to his giant cock and I loved that aspect or our relationship. I was feeling horny as we kissed again deeply, my head buzzing from the alcohol. “I need a cigarette baby. I’ll be back in a little bit.” I told John as he ordered another bottle and some dessert. A tall, young and muscular black guy had walked by and caught my eye as we had stopped kissing and he had winked when we had made eye contact. The alcohol was not a good thing when it came to my libido, but I put a cigarette into my mouth and walked back through the restaurant and into the casino, where the guy had walked. I lit up and smoked until I saw him and we both smiled as we met half way between our paths.
“Hey girl. Are you with the old, white guy?” he asked jokingly. “Yes. He’s my boyfriend.” I told him matter-of-factly as I took a long drag on my cig. “Then why’d you come here to meet me?” he asked. “Because I want to fuck you.” I said, as I blew smoke into the air. I smiled at him. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked seductively. “Got Damn Girl! What kind of shit is that?” he asked. “You’ve got three minutes to decided sweetie. Once I finish my smoke, I’m either going back to drink more wine or you’re going to be fucking me in the nearby restroom.” I told him directly. His hand clenched my throat as he lifted me from my feet, his black cock thrusting upward between my legs, from behind, entering me with fast thrusts into soaked pussy. I had hiked up my skirt and presented my twat to my stranger and he had obliged by stuffing his ebony pole into my slippery hole and fucking me from behind in the nearby men’s restroom. My face was getting hot as he choked me and drove his dick deep into my slit. “I’m gonna fuck you good bitch.” He told me in my ear as he pounded my cunt. My feet dangled in the air, the tips of my toes barely touching the floor as he pressed me against the wall of the restroom stall and fucked me hard. His black cock felt wonderful and I couldn’t wait until this new stranger in my life flooded my vagina with his warm seed. I tried not to grunt too loudly with each thrust, but it was difficult, as I tried to breathe, while he drove his body into mine from behind, squashing me against the wall. I felt him shake and groan and then his cum began to run down my leg, dripping from my snatch. He released me and I nearly fell as my feet came back to the ground. His cock slipped from my wet cooch and I turned around and looked at him as he held onto his long, black tool. I knelt down and sucked it clean before I pulled down my skirt and left the stall. I used a paper towel to wipe my pussy, then pulled down my skirt as two men in the restroom watched me. I washed my hands, as my recent lover stood next to me waiting for me to say something, and then smiled as I made my way out. “What the fuck bitch? You just some kinda hoe?” my black sex partner said as he followed me out. “Yes I am.” I told him with a smile and then proceeded to walk back into the restaurant as he stared at my back. I had been gone 15 minutes at best and John was halfway through a glass of the new bottle of wine he had ordered. “Care to join me.” He asked. “Don’t mind if I do.” I said as I took a glass and looked out to the street to see my most recent lover walk out of the casino, shrug and make a disgusted face as he walked dejectedly down the Las Vegas Strip. He had fulfilled my lust and that was all I had needed. I really didn’t need more wine, but John and I were celebrating and a little more wouldn’t hurt. I squeezed my legs together as I felt more of the sperm dribble from between my labia. I’d have to clean up again during my next cigarette break, as long as I wasn’t hooking up with another guy during that time.
My head was killing me and that was what woke me up in the strange bedroom. I was lying on my stomach, the full weight of someone on top of my back, their cock pumping my asshole hard and fast. I tried to concentrate on my surroundings, but my head was a blur as I grunted along with the person who’s groin was grinding into my booty, each exhalation blowing into my ear and face, the smell of booze and a cigar on their breath. They were holding me by my wrists, my hands above my head as they drove their cock full length deep into my rectum. It felt good, but each thrust rocked my aching head. The thought of being taken like a cheap slut by an unknown man thrilled me though and my clit and pussy began to respond. I pushed my ass upward, taking his hard shaft deeper and wished that my hand could reach under me to rub my swollen clit. “Good mornin’ darlin’. I was wonderin’ when you’d wake up. My cock was achin’ for another round of your tight, black ass.” My butt assailant grunted into my ear. “The last 15 minutes weren’t nearly as fun as it’s gonna be now.” He stated as he picked up his pace and ploughed my butthole with his dick. His rough demeanor and matter-of-fact comments brought out my submissive side and I gave my ass to him by thrusting back as best I could. My head was still pounding, but my impending orgasm made it seem trivial as my sphincter tightened up on his stiff prick and I began to shake with pleasure. “Oh my fucking god! Pound my asshole baby!” I shouted out as I came, my juices flowing onto the bed. “Who was this guy?” I thought, but not knowing made it much more sexy.
He let go of my wrist and I immediately began to rub my clit, shoving three fingers deep into my wet hole as I reached under myself and between my legs. His hand wrapped around my neck and squeezed as he picked up his pace. “Your tight ass is gonna make me cum, bitch.” He stammered as my face became warmer and it became harder to breathe. I pushed back faster and began to cum again as I pinched my clit between two of my fingers. “God Dammit! Don’t move or I’m going to cum.” He ordered, so I stopped and let him control the speed of his long joint as it fucked my asshole. He let up on my neck and I began to breathe easier with each stroke. My head was feeling better and after another 15 minutes I felt the first bursts of his semen as he ejaculated deep inside of my anus. He rolled off of me and I rolled over to look at him, seeing my partner for the first time this morning. Who he was, I had no idea. “Damn girl. Your black ass is gonna be the death of me.” He stated as he stroked his long grayish beard. He looked like one of the guitar players from ZZ Top and he must have been in his early 60’s. He still had his boots and cowboy hat on as he laid on his back, breathing hard and sweating profusely. He reached over and grabbed a recently smoked cigar from the ashtray by the bed and then lit it, using a lighter that was on the bedside cabinet. He puffed a few times and then handed it to me as he blew the smoke up at the ceiling. I put it between my lips and inhaled deeply, blowing a few smoke rings into the air and wondering who this guy was, how I got here and what I was going to do next. “Damn girl. You can suck, fuck and smoke a cigar. You’re the most talented little girl I’ve ever been with.” He said. We laid there smoking for a while before he told me to suck his cock, so I did, taking his limp, ass tasting prick into my mouth and attempting to breathe life back into his fleshy member. He continued to smoke as I blew him, handing the cigar to me occasionally to puff on as I stroked and licked his penis. “How’d you become such a good whore at such a young age?” he asked me as I began to bob my head up and down on his spent shaft. “I started young.” I said with a smile as I looked up at him. “Best money I ever spent.” He said as he took the cigar back and smoked it while I worked harder on his flaccid tool.
“I always knew you black girls started young, but you said you were only 19 years old last night, so you musta been fuckin’ since you was 10.” He said with a laugh. He was only off by 2 years, but I didn’t tell him as my tongue licked him clean. “You’re a pretty one too darlin’, with them big ass titties and that black booty that can take a serious fuckin’” he said. “I’ve been wantin’ to fuck a young, black girl in the ass all my life and you made my dreams come true darlin’.” He said as he put out his cigar and grabbed another. “Light if for me girl. My dicks done for a while.” He said as I sat up and put the long cigar in my mouth and puffed away while he held the lighter. I went to hand it to him and he told me to keep it, while he lit another. I stroked his rubbery hunk of meat as I puffed on the cigar, listening to him talk about our time last night. “When you told me you loved anal sex, I just knew I’d hit the Jackpot darlin’.” He told me as he watched me jack him off. “Made my dick harder than a railway spike, girl. I ain’t fucked three times in one night since I was knee high to a tadpole.” He said with a phlegmy laugh. I asked quite a few questions and listened to him ramble as I smoked, sucked and talked until both of our cigars were done again.
Apparently, he had bumped into me as he’d left the crap tables, at a casino on the old strip, and how I had gotten there, I hadn’t a clue. He said that I had flirted with him and propositioned him after I’d been his good luck charm, while he’d won a wad of cash throwing the dice. I still didn’t remember, but I had to call up John and apologize for disappearing on him. I got up and found my purse lying on the floor, under my dress that I had worn at dinner earlier in the day. I began to remember how we’d left the restaurant and went to a bar to drink more wine. I really must have gotten fucked up. I was bent over getting my shoes and stuffing a bunch of bills, that must have fallen out of my purse, back into it when Freddy, my new client, grabbed me from around the waist, pressing his growing penis against my ass. “Don’t leave so early darlin’. I think I got another one for you.” He said as he pulled me over to the table in the room and pushed me down onto it. He kicked my legs open with his foot and grabbed my hair to hold my head against the round, wooden room décor and spread my cheek with his one hand. He pressed his throbbing dick against my cum lubed asshole and slid right back in with ease. I moaned out and let him fuck me again. For the next 20 minutes my ass was his as he pumped away, shaking the table and roughly fucking my bum hole before filling it with another load of his jizz. I got dressed afterward and left, but not until Fred had made me suck him clean again. He had given me 4 Cuban cigars before I left, as a token of his appreciation and after I called John, I counted the 4 grand that he had also paid me for the evening. It was definitely well worth the 4 cumshots he had pumped into my ass.
I was still in my old, smoke covered dress and looked like a drunken slut when John pulled up to meet me outside of the Gold Nugget. I apologized and asked about our night, explaining my drunkenness and letting him know that I must have wondered off, only to wake up in a casino hotel room that I had rented for the night. He laughed and said that he was worried when he had lost me in the crowd that evening and hoped that I would be ok before I sobered up enough to call him. We laughed it off, swearing not to drink anymore wine that weekend. I showered when we got back to the room and then we got a bite to eat before returning to our room and fucking like newlyweds. He dropped another load in my ass that afternoon and that evening we made love again, his cock splitting my pussy wide, just like I loved it. Our last night together we went out for another dinner and this time we didn’t drink wine, but we had margaritas. I remembered getting a fifth one and then waking up once again with a throbbing hangover. This time I was in bed with John, his arm wrapped around me and dried cum all over my thighs, tits and face. We must have had some wild sex and I’d wished that I’d remembered just a little. I went to rub some of the flaking jizz from my face when I noticed the big, honkin’ diamond ring on my finger. Oh my….what had I done now.
I sat up and looked at the ring and was amazed at how beautiful it was. It must have been nearly 5 carats in size and shined like a bright light, as the sun from the window bounced off of it. John was still sleeping, so I got out of bed and looked around the room, finding a half smoked cigar next to a marriage certificate and a few photos of John and I at a wedding chapel, with an Elvis impersonator between us. We both looked pretty drunk, so I hoped that he remembered more than me. I grabbed his phone and flipped through his photos, finding a half dozen selfies of he and I in the chapel and at a pawn shop with my ring. He also had a video of me sucking his cock in a cab as he narrated it while driving back to our hotel. “This is my new wife. The only woman who could take my whole cock and please me.” He said, as the phone shot different angles of my face looking up at him while I sucked his fat, hard dick. I smiled and held up my hand to show off my ring and then went down again to continue my blowjob. “Wow dude, that is so awesome.” I heard the cab driver say as John agreed and continued to film me. Was it true? Was I really married? Alcohol was not a good thing for me. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then took a long soak in our rooms Jacuzzi before I showered. I felt much better afterwards and finished dressing as I heard John getting up.
I walked in as he stumble around the bed to hug and kiss me. “Hello Mrs. Rouse.” He said, calling me by his last name. I smiled and my thoughts were confirmed, I was now married. “That was so much fun Velvet. I can’t think of another woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He told me as he pressed his naked body against me. His cock was semi-erect as he kissed me and then told me that he was going to shower before we grabbed breakfast and got ready to fly home. I nodded and rubbed his cock, enthralled by its length and girth, my addictive cravings taking over as I tried to think about what to do next. Should I tell him that I didn’t remember or that I really didn’t want to be married or should I just suck his big cock. His swollen prick won the battle and I pulled him to the bed by his thick rope of meat and sat down to take him in my mouth. I licked and sucked his pole as I looked up at my new husband, my pussy tingling at the thought. His erection steering my mind from the subject of our marriage. I laid back and then pulled up my skirt, guiding his long missile into my wet silo. “I love a girl who doesn’t wear panties.” He told me, as I took in a deep breath as his dick plunged easily into my slippery opening all the way to the hilt. We fucked for an hour before he finally showered. I sat on the bed and smoked a cigarette before I joined him and cleaned up once again. The press was going to have fun with this, as the award nominated new porn star of the year elopes in Vegas. I took a deep drag and finished my smoke then joined my husband in the bathroom. This day was definitely starting off weird and that was coming from a girl who sometimes woke up not knowing where she was and fucking men she didn’t know.
John and I discussed our long distance marriage and how he would maintain his medical practice and I resumed working, hopefully meeting once every week or two weeks to see one another. It sounded reasonable and I had a lot of people to call about my recent wedding, especially my dad. I thought that I’d better tell him personally when I got back to LA. He arrived at my condo pretty quickly, after I told him that I had an emergency situation to take care of, and I jumped into his arms when he arrived, half crying but still happy to see the only man that I knew cared for me with all of his heart. I kissed him on the cheek and then our lips met as we fell against the wall and passionately began to pull one another’s clothes off. We hadn’t seen one another in months and the sudden emergency of mine had caused an excitement that neither of us could resist. I was on my knees and sucking his cock once I got his pants off and it tasted so good. I had always craved it and couldn’t get enough as I purred with it in my mouth. He pushed it deep into my throat and face fucked me, his hand using a fist full of hair to bob my head on his shaft. I finally pulled him down onto the floor with me and his dick slid in quickly as he mounted me and pounded me into the floor, while I screamed in ecstasy. He knew how I liked getting fucked and I came twice before he lifted me up and we tumbled to my bedroom to finish making love on my bed. I played with his cum, as it leaked from my slit, while we talked. It was so mesmerizing and I could barely concentrate on telling him all of the info of my wedding weekend. I tasted it and he watched me, smiling as I reached down for more of his warm semen. We were addicts and he understood me. I ate his cum as we laid there next to each other, savoring its salty, yet chemical taste. I loved the taste of sperm and it sometimes seemed like I couldn’t get enough. “So what are you planning on doing now?” my dad asked me as I got out of bed and got a new pack of cigarettes from my dresser drawer. I opened the pack and placed one in my mouth, lighting it easily, from years of practice. It was an after sex ritual that I performed quite a bit in my career.
“I do love him and he’s an amazing lover, with the biggest dick I’ve ever had.” I told him with a big smile of happiness on my face. “Of course, he is 64 years old and quite a bit older than me.” I said. “So am I”, my 73 year old father said with a grin “and that never stopped you.” It was true. I had made love to men who were younger than me and to one older client that was 92. I didn’t discriminate when it came to having sex and pretty much would fuck or suck anyone who paid me or who was able to get to spend some time with me. It sounded morose, but I loved sex of any kind and as long as it aroused me, I would do it without a thought of apprehension or forethought and that was truly a problem at times. It had led to many poor life choices, but I liked to think that I was learning from my mistakes, even if it was only somewhat true. After a bit more discussion with my father and another round of sex, I had decided to remain a married woman and work it into my career. John was a good man and fucking him was amazing. He was an attractive, intelligent and wealthy professional who didn’t care if I continued my career as a porn star and escort, so I kept my lifestyle as it was and began my new life as a newly married wife. I was now Velvet Rouse, but I’d still be Velvet Crush in my adult work. I was going to need to speak with Anthony today also and I wasn’t looking forward to it.
I laid on my stomach, naked, across the bed as Anthony slowly slid his cock in and out of my pussy. I was still wet from my encounter with my father, barely two hours before he had arrived at my condo. It felt so good to have another hard dick inside of me, especially as I thought of different ways to break the news about my recent Las Vegas wedding. “How about we go to a club tonight and I share you with a few of my friends and a couple of strangers?” he asked me as he laid on my back, his mouth breathing heavily into my ear. “That sounds awesome baby. I could use some more cock.” I said with a giggle, actually picturing the four or five different men who he might pick out to fuck me. It was something we did often and was a game I truly enjoyed. He liked watching me be used and I liked it too. He kept pumping me for about 20 minutes before I rolled over and spread my legs to let him enter me. I wrapped them around him and pulled him deep into my wet cunt as I kissed him and then told him that I wanted his cum in my mouth. It got him excited and he began to slam his tool harder and faster into my hole before pulling out and sliding up over my chest to pump his shaft over my open mouth. His cum sprayed my face and I swallowed the few streams that actually hit my tongue and lips. He pumped his dick furiously as more semen shot out across my cheeks and forehead, shooting into my hair and running down my face and into my ear. A blast shot up my nose, right before he shoved the head of his prick onto my mouth, and I sucked the rest of the jizz from his member. I licked and sucked until his balls were drained and then we both laid there as I continued to eat his spunk from my hands and face. He loved watching me clean the sticky residue of our love making, with my tongue and fingers, and I loved it too. When I finished, I looked him straight in the face and told him that something had happened while I was in Vegas and he look intrigued as I began my story. I had told him about my well endowed client before, so he was eager to hear about my sexual encounters that weekend.
“Did he split your asshole open again?” he asked, referring to my first weekend with him, when his constant fucking of my ass had led to a tear in my rectum. “No. I’m pretty used to his dick now and I can take it with ease in both my ass and pussy.” I told him nonchalantly. “I got drunk and you know how I get.” I said with a grin. “Did you end up in Mexico again fucking horses?” he asked jokingly. I knew I should have never shown him my videos, but I shook my head and went on with my story. “I ended up getting married and I’ve decided to remain his wife.” I said. “What? What about us?” he asked with a confused look on his face. “I’m still going to continue with my career in porn and as an escort and I still want to keep you as a lover. My new husband, John, doesn’t mind my extracurricular activity as long as we can still be together during our trips. He’s actually thinking of moving to LA to resume his practice and maybe we’ll move in together.” I told him as he listened to my explanation. “I did not expect this.” He said as he shook his head and got out of bed. “We can still have fun and be together Anthony” I said as I stared at his hanging cock. A drop of semen was hanging from the tip of his dick and it had drawn my attention, like a squirrel did a dog. My attention span was short when I was having sex or saw anything sexual and all I could think of doing was licking it off before it dripped to the floor. “Come here baby.” I told him as I rolled over to the edge of the bed and he stepped toward me. I took him into my mouth and began to sucking his limp dick. I had saved the drop of sperm from being wasted and had swallowed the small sample down, while I continued to suck on him and tried to convince him that our relationship would be fine. “So you’re still up for going out tonight?” he asked. “Of course I am, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I told him honestly, as I began to stroke him and his erection began to grow again. I couldn’t wait to get him inside of me again and I was eager for another mouthful of cum.