When the sun hit my face, I stopped, let my head drop back, and closed my eyes.This was why people lived in LA. It was about 70 degrees with a gentle ...breeze to blow the smog off. If you were from here, you didn’t really notice it, but living in a rural area and then traveling to a big city, you could feel the pollution in your lungs some days. Malibu wasn’t so bad because it had the ocean breeze. It was more when you hit the city proper that you noticed it. I would consider this amount of smog. There was nothing to do but try to keep from gagging when he pushed too deeply. There was no tongue play, no technique. I just tried to keep my teeth out of the way while he pounded his cock into my mouth. It wasn’t long before his hips were jerking and his hands clenched my hair. When his cock began spasming I pulled away slightly so I could swallow. Each spasm shot hot man-juice at the back of my throat. Time after time I swallowed yet another load from his seemingly inexhaustible balls.. The noise of the crowd told me I was being appreciated, at last it was gone, and my assets were on view, I stood, and faced my fans. I squatted, opening my legs, showing my pussy, then opened my lips using my fingers. I let them see my pink for a few seconds, then quickly snapped my legs shut. I did the rounds, and soon my garter was full with notes, a few fivers from the cheapskates, a lot of tens, loads of twenties, and more than a few fifties. I’d made good money. I returned, after replacing. I was never going to be the man in charge that she wanted and I was too uncomfortable with her being a doormat, though I still wasn’t sure why it bothered me so much.”He kept going, “That was when the jock groupies descended on me, never directly asking me out, but always hinting that they were available. I dated a few of them, but rarely more than once. They were all either doormats or status whores willing to do any and everything for the status of dating a jock.”“I am not sure,” he.