She was a very beautiful and sexy girl at five-foot-eight-inches, one-hundred-and-ten pounds and 34D-24-35 and with long red hair to her waist and spa...rkling green eyes, she was a real hottie. And once she was able to see it for herself she wanted to show it off. But we had to be careful in the small conservative city we lived in. However, she was ordering lots of sexy outfits through the mail and bought some makeup.We were sending all of our nude photos out of town through the local K-mart. He put a hand on the back of her head, but didn’t force himself on her. That didn’t change when she picked up the pace, either. He was staying in control, not gagging her with his big cock, which caused the last of her fears to evaporate.The twin aches in her jaw and between her legs caused her to let him slip from between her lips.“I want you,” she said in a breathy rush.Tom turned around, his saliva-slick cock bobbing next to her face, and snatched up the string of condoms. He tore one free,. It was not a gag. Jennifer was quite serious about her work. I even had to sign a model’s release. She asked me what the most artistic thing about me is. Me? I’m an accountant! Any ethical accountant prides himself on not being “creative." About the only “artistic” about me was that I liked classical music. I told Jennifer that, when I was a young boy, I went on a school field trip to the Hollywood Bowl and really enjoyed it. The other boys had teased me, but I told them I didn’t care what. She groaned a little, but we were trying very hard to be quiet. As I sucked, my hands worked on the buttons of her jeans; opening them and sliding the tight denim to her knees, then one hand dived in to feel the crotch of her G-string panties. It was already wet, and my rubbing just increased the flow. I released her nipple, and dropped lower, pulling aside her gusset to look at the glistening, bald pussy beneath. She spread her legs as wide as she could and grabbed my hair. I pushed two.