“Yes! He hands me the box and I tug handfuls of the thin, white paper pieces, wiping my eye and nose clear of his seed. Having mostly recovered, he climbs off me, slipping his softening prick from my well fucked, cum filled hole and lies on his front next to me, his face towards mine. Fuck me! I promise him a fashion show after dinner and he sends me on my way with a playful swat on my ass. Besides, it’s supposed to be good for the skin.”
There’s a flash as Andy takes a photo of me with the digital camera we’ve been using to document our relationship (yes, including erotic and hardcore pics), he turns the camera around to show me the result. “You think they like each other, don’t you?” it’s more of a statement than a question. “Just stay here with you.”
“and give up your dream?” I ask, solemnly. “Not yet,” He grins at me, a twinkle in his eye. Reaching down and undoing the clasp between the cups he sets my breasts free, watching intently as they now bounce free and unrestrained, I squirm and writhe beneath him as he takes me back to heaven, his thrusting hips slamming his hard shaft inside me like a piston.
