I still want that fuck After all the talk of sex for most of the night, it wasn’t a hard decision to make. Sure. Come on over. Half an hour later, a brown-haired head was bobbing up and down on my dick. A short time later, her bald pussy was sat on my face, then riding my exotic cock. As I bent her over, pounding my swollen member into her incredibly tight slit, Tiffany’s japan warning came flooding back into my mind. So, despite her demands to be filled with cum, I spun her round and emptied my balls over her face. “I told you I wanted to feel you cum in my pussy” she complained with a mock pout as she rubbed my juices into her mouth “tiffany warned me about you” I laughed, “I can’t be knocking anyone up just yet.” “I can’t believe that bitch told you that” she laughed as I tickled her. “what a spoil sport! But five screaming orgasms will do for now” she joked. “are you staying the night?” “Not tonight sorry baby,” she Cumshots said as she stood up, pulling her crumpled thong back up her silky-smooth legs. “I just came over for a booty call.” “a booty call, eh? Don’t think I’ve ever been one of those before.” I laughed “Well, you’d better get used to it stud” she quipped back as her mini skirt followed her thong up her legs. “and I will be getting that spunk in my cunt before long.” With a wink and japanese a kiss she was gone. As I laid in bed, images of my many ladies parading naked through my head, I wondered again what had happened to make my life so different. I guess it was one of those rhetorical questions that I would never fully answer. But I fell asleep thinking that it was a wonderful question to have. A week later I was sat in a small room at the Ritz London. It was 11am, I was feeling fully refreshed from a night spent in possibly the most comfortable bed ever created by man. Another boring week had preceded the previous night, no more booty calls and little more than a few messages off my ladies. Rachael couldn’t make it here last night, neither could Tiff, neither one could get the time off work. Even Chantelle and Bethany were taking the bus down later this afternoon and infuriatingly, I still hadn’t heard off Jess. I had almost expected asian company from the moment I had learnt about the complimentary suite, but it had never materialised, even the complimentary limo to the hotel from home was spent alone. Either way, right now I was still sat in a small room. In front of me was a medium sized wooden table and on the other side of that were two men. They had introduced themselves as Michael and Steven - no surnames – and they were about to conduct an interview on behalf of Card player magazine. “… of course, none of what we discuss in this interview will be released to the public until after the competition has finished.” Steven – the chatty one - was saying, I already knew this from the contracts I had to sign before the interview. “So, what we’d like is an informal chat about how you do what you do and how it feels being the favourite.” Normally, this would have been a perfectly normal and reasonable thing for a journalist from one of the most respected gambling publications in the country to ask. Except this guy was full of shit. She was lying back letting the feelings just wash over her when she suddenly realized how the situation had gone so far out of her control. 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Rhonda and I had been acquaintances for a few years and had been on a few dates, but nothing Cumshots romantic ever came of it. Becky's face is under Monie's cunt and she begins licking her pussy and my I thrust so hard, washing my cock clean of her daughter's asshole. "Crispy chicken and rice. She didn’t notice, but the Midget followed her. "I love you mom" he whispered, looking up at her, then thrust his manhood into her wet japanese pussy as she moaned. I continued to pound her pussy with my stiff ramrod, listening to her moans and groans. My orgasm started building up when Steve got his 4th finger in my pussy and added a thumb in my ass, fucking me with his hand faster and faster. She might have suffered some accident because she was trying to find me, or wait for me. The sheik used Fatima’s hair to hold her head erect. The two started kissing, one of Jose' hands moved to Jeff chest and started pinching his nipple while the native boy was fucking the shit out of asian the American slut. He spurted deep inside the hot shithole as his balls and Tony’s touched pushing in harder holding Tony’s sweet ass to his lap. All of her fury was vented into that, and he looked her right in the eye and laughed. This was stupid.