He chuckled. That was fun. Im gonna wipe this off haha. He leaned towards his bedside table and grabbed a few pieces of tissue and began mopping up th...e jizz on his belly. Some of it went in his belly button. Meanwhile, I had an after-taste of cum in my mouth that was too hot to resist not wanking, so I grabbed my own cock and started tossing. Because I was so turned on, I came faster than I ever have before. After only a few seconds I could feel a warm orgasm building up in my cock as I jerked. I can hear the hurt there too. "What? Um... Well, did you ever think that maybe he's just trying to be a... gentleman? I guess?" I offer her a refill and she accepts. I fill mine again as well. She doesn't respond, but just leans against me in silence; drinking her wine and sulking. After another few minutes, she holds her glass up for a third refill. "She must really be upset about something." I wonder to myself as I fill both glasses for a third time. By this time, both Mom and myself are. They bowed once more and lead her into the hallway, each taking one of her hands and guiding her forward, apparently knowing of her inability to see in the dark. When she was led out through a towering archway, she found herself in the middle of a large room where a rather large crowd had been restricted to a vast waiting area. Clicks and hoots broke out as she was escorted to the far end. Jasmine looked around in hope. He must be here, but where? The ceiling was incredibly high and an. ” I groaned when he turned it on again. “What are you . . . doing?”“Watching you orgasm.” he said, his eyes on my wet pussy as he turned the intensity up.“Damon . . .” I moaned, my head falling back against the sofa and I closed my eyes.“That fucker told me he bought this for someone, oddly enough he didn’t tell me who which is odd because he tells me everything. I warned him, warned all of them that you were off limits.” he growled as he lowered the intensity.“Why are you . . . doing this?” I.