I saw that most part of her but I got so stocked up in her boobs wrapped in her white bra that she saw me staring her and she said what happened Dijvi...jay. I got in my senses and was trying to hide the bulge in my pants then she smiled again and this time it was very naughty smile and she said I know what r u looking at and what do you want I said like I don’t know anything “what I want” she said that She knew my thoughts and knew what I want. This was the eye catcher for me and this assured me. Soon you start doing your own motions and really start drooling with how far you’re going, almost gagging. You let go and stay standing up. Oh no, I didn’t say to stop. I slap your tit and push u back on the bed. Push you on your back and tell you not to move.I go to the dresser and pull out a baseball cap, upside down, filled with folded pieces of paper. Bring it to you and tell you to pick a piece. You do and I tell you to read it to me. It simply says “cloths pin on clit” so I proceed back. I wasn’t ashamed of them, but I was a little uncomfortable having them about. I wondered if Picasso or Dali ever felt that way? Maybe there’s a hidden cache of Matisse paintings of dissections or lovers that he never showed anyone. The picture was of Ralph, dissected, laid bare. But when someone looked at the painting, it was me that was cut open—my heart exposed.Anyway, I was feeling like a real artist, spending eight or ten hours a day in the studio and just getting lost in the painting. I. I looked down to see pre-cum begin to trickle out. She took her finger and rubbed it into the head of my cock. Then she dropped to her knees and gave the head a little kiss, then a lick. Then she began to suck me, slowly at first. She knew that with the way she was sucking me, that it wasn’t going to be long until I came. She proceeded to suck me faster. I placed my hand on the back of her head and she let me fuck her face. I was close to cumming, so I let her know that. “I’m close” I said..