A head followed. I groaned as I caught a glimpse of Starr nuzzling at my pussy. She licked and lapped at my folds, her chin appearing between my skirt...'s pleats, her round tits jiggling in her sports bra.“Looks like another one of the cheerleaders is helping Becky cum,” the announcer said. “This is getting a little out of hand, but the fans are loving it. They're thundering with excitement.”“BECKY!”CLAP! CLAP!Starr's tongue plunged into my pussy, swirling around in my snatch. I gasped, my eyes. “But it wasn’t only physical; we saw that in the room! After we left, you must have outsmarted them too! You got them to agree with you and even stopped the Program—well, for a week—but that’s still amazing! How did you do that, then?”I sighed. How to tell them how focus and centering can make one feel like an irresistible force when striving for an objective?“Well, that’s part of the Arts too. It makes you so focused on your opponent that you can spot tiny signs of openings you can take to. Click! A picture up the handcuff chain at the underside of my cock. The pearlescent drip of cum dangled blurry toward the viewer. She was a surprisingly good phtotographer. She kneeled slightly to get a better angle. The shutter sound clicked loudly, a bunch of times in a row.I pushed my hips forward against the hot steel, shoving my erection all the way out between the bars.Cindee shot my dripping erection against a backdrop of 1970s buildings and traffic lights with the famous Hollywood sign. His breathing was heavy and I felt the slight flick of his tongue at my ear. I could feel slight pressure from his hands on my shoulders as he turned me towards him. I couldn’t look down… I just had to focus on his beautiful blue eyes. They were intense. I could feel myself getting lost in them. He pulled me towards him and kissed me…tentatively…gently, on the lips. Then looked at me again. I just felt myself melt into him and he kissed me again. This time more passionately…with purpose. His.