Then the moment she came, she skedaddled. I would show this Amelia McCreery! Blowjob sex I love this!”
Amelia pulled her mouth from my pussy. “Did you see the football game? The crew were all men, some operating cameras, others holding boom microphones that thrust out over the stage and hovered over where Amelia sat getting her face touched up by a male makeup artist with an effeminate form in skinny jeans. “Oh, wow, honey, that was so hot.”
“Yes, it was,” panted Adelia. She whimpered, her pussy spasming about my shaft. Made me whimper. She stimulated my spasming flesh as my cream flooded out of me. When she looks off stage at you, that’s your cue to walk on and take a seat next to her.”
“Mmm, got you.”
“And, uh, you don’t have to put your, um, penis away, but you can,” he said, his voice growing even tighter. Right, Amelia? I shivered, loving my own flavor mixed with the girl’s sweet cunt as I stared at that cameras.
