“It’s a pimp term. Porn sex I rang the doorbell. “Do you want me to undress, or just hike my skirt up?”
“I have to see those tits,” he panted. A pang of guilt fluttered about my heart; I didn’t know the client was married. Sometimes they even succeeded. Kevin dropped me off at the mall. Heading back, I grabbed his hand, letting my fingers gently stroke him, and said, “C’mon.”
“I’ve never done this before,” he muttered as I pulled him across the living room. My hands cupped his balls, gently massaging them. “I’m cumming!” I lied, moaning and gasping loudly. I pushed him gently down onto the bed, knelt before him, and pulled off his sweatpants, exposing a small cock. “Where would you like it?” I asked with a grin. “To support us!”
He finally stopped fucking Anne and pulled out of her. He sucked as much of my tit into his mouth as he could, slobbering all over my breast. My boyfriend had changed a lot since he found out just how dedicated to customer service I was; he became more assertive, more commanding with me. Anyway, Anne wanted to get in on the business. I pulled off my black panties, curious to experience a woman’s caresses, and laid down on the couch before her, spreading my legs.
