“I don’t…” He lost the words as I blew on his rigid flesh. *“Just flow with it, let me see if I can get over and past it. In some ways this isn’t just your first time here.” He ran his fingers through my hair searching my eyes for whatever he needed to see, then nodded his head, with an uncertain smile. My fingers made a few more passes. *”You Okay?” He nodded again, this time with a little bit less of that timid reserve and a little bit more of an adventurous demeanor. I wrapped my fingers around it, sizing its thickness to the memory of the only other one I've ever held. Hmmm, almost the same, maybe, a little bit slimmer, but close. It was hot, in my hand, and so stiff but so yielding. I wondered if mine felt like that to another. I mean you never can tell what it's like with your own hand touching your own flesh. I could feel his moans ripple through its taut skin as I stroked it. The skin became more translucent with every pass. His heartbeat pulsed in my palm. He stroked my hair, back around my ears, staring down at me and sucked at the air with a gasp when my thumb pressed over the top. I fixed my eyes, gathered my courage and brushed it against my lips, breathing it in. My nostrils filled with a thick, heady, almost familiar bouquet, as the warmth carried his scent through my sinuses gagging directly to the erotic switches of my brain. I opened my mouth and licked the head, feeling the heat and the texture. It was oddly succulent and not unpleasant. ‘It’s just flesh,’ I thought, ‘why the hell would it be.’ It throbbed as he moaned with more than a hint of pleasure. His hands tightened in my hair as I slid my mouth slowly over him, sampling his texture, feeling his warmth, savoring the taste. I slid my mouth further down, willing it into me and back, enjoying the sensation of it on my lips and tongue, heeding the sounds he was willing me on with. I slipped my hand to cup his balls and was met with a Rubbing warmth, and a moistness, and an all too familiar feeling of, folds, velvety lips and a taut little bump. His sound changed and his moans grew more whispered. I pulled my mouth off and kissed my way down, pulling his pants passed his base. Soft creases of deepthroat skin peeked back at me, a pearl of light pink gently pushed out and back from under a tight luscious hood. From just under the shaft, a ridge of skin flowed downward, arcing over and nesting around that pea sized nub. It had a similar sheen as the head I had just tasted. It was swollen and raw. The flesh pussylicking continued downward in glistening lines. Curves of darker pink that merged together just above the perineum. My brain was whirling. With almost 4 months of experience working as a hotel receptionist, he firmly believed that small talks, though often necessary in strengthening the bond between the hotel and the guests, was not something that pussylicking always be met with the same level of mutual courtesy. My roomate Dave is an absolute pothead and if it wasn't for daddy's money he wouldn't even gagging be here. He even wanted to pick a fight with me but hey my dick is bigger than his. Taxi got out of the back and walked around to the other side of the car. After playing with his new whore’s tits for a while, DeSade sat back and smiled down at them. she said I was going to give that to Mark but he has no desire to be part of that life style. When a man is ready to make a baby, his penis/dick/cock, whatever you want to call it, will get hard like this. She leans back more looking upside down at Alexis. Outside he climbed into his transport shaking his head. I could stay in the room and let the vibe tease me all afternoon or I could go out and do something; but what? We ran back to huddle up again. She was strikingly pretty but he frowned at her for he had no time to lose by talking to this complete stranger. How would I explain my reason for dropping in? He had his panga (wide bladed African machete) raised, ready to Rubbing strike. Her body was covered with dirt and soil, and her impish face bore a sinister grin. “Do it and I’ll punch you in the balls.” Will that is OK with you?” I ask deepthroat Jennifer. It was literally rocking my world and it was making my arms and legs feel kinda numb, but I was in the best part of heaven. "Slow down sweetie, let mommy help." I few days before her birthday I told Carol, Karl was an impressive, twenty-seven year old, dark skinned, softly spoken and athletic broad chested man, around six feet two inches tall, her ideal type of man. Vibrating directly on my skin. I was impressed at how comfortable I was made to feel throughout the encounter. Mom and Fred are making calls as well,” I tell her. He was large as most of the guys in here, but he was not a problem for her at all. Exhausted from the day’s activities, Jake passed out as soon as he got home. Jon picked-up his change said, “Thank you” and we left. Just outside room 22, two more stretchers were resting against the white-tiled wall, one with the body of a male (or so she thought based on the loafers the corpse was wearing) in the traditional black plastic bag, but the other was yet another exhumed body in a thick, canvas mortuary bag.