The check arrives, and Taylor takes it. He seems to read my mind. Blowjob sex I lean back, and without any prompting from me, he reaches his hands up to cup my breasts and gently squeeze my nipples. “Stop, stop!” I finally rasp out. I want to pay half. “There’s another video I want to watch.”
I activate the computer, scroll through the directory from my USB drive, find the video. He doesn’t seem insecure either, and he smiles back at me with a confident look. I wasn’t the slightest bit interested. A pair of lace sandals finishes me off, and I’m out the door, into that sweltering oven that is Austin in July. He always laughs at my orgasms, and it’s a beautiful, rumbling laugh that comes from a face soaked in my juices.
