He could have filled a wine glass he came so much. He finally let go of my head and I fell onto the floor gasping for air. My stomach actually feeling... like I had eaten a meal which I guess I had. "You are the absolute best cock sucker I have ever had" he said as he pulled off his shirt. His upper body revealed a flat six pack topped off with a giant chest and shoulders. I slowly stood up and took off my pants and boxer briefs and told him I had never had a cock inside me. He smiled and told me. Her eyes darted at he refection. Now, I want you to cover your nipples and aureole with lipstick.”“WHAT? I’M NOT A FRENCH WHORE, YOU BASTARD!”"Of course not my dear, you are even worse, an AMERICAN whore."He stood there patiently with a sardonic smile, cocked his head and winked at her. Finally, she began to move her trembling hand. Her breathing became noticeably deeper. She picked up the lipstick, opened it and stared at the red end. He began removing his clothes behind her near the bed. He. At long last he laid me back down on the lounge and kissed me breathlessly, telling me how much he loved me, how good my pussy tasted, how he loved feeling me cum on his tongue. I smiled sweetly and told him I loved him, too. Because I do. He goes "You just love me for my big brown dick!" I said "only as much as you love me for my tight brown pussy."He laughed and said "How can I resist that brown sugar pussy between creamy white thighs? And the milk that comes from your big brown. It looks good. I was surprised at how clean Peter's apartment was when I moved in. Maybe you should have been born a woman." Being one sex or the other has nothing to do with it. But having sex has everything to do with it. I learned early on that a messy apartment repulsed most women. I kept it spotless so that it wasn't a turn-off for my dates. It seemed to work. Anyway, I just got in the habit and can't live in a mess now. Cleaning this place was one of the first things that I did when I.