For reasons known only to himself, he enjoyed having his cock in my warm, moist mouth, but refused to cum there, instead choosing to pour his hot whit...e cream over my face and body, or in my ass, only rarely my mouth.Maybe if I had a cunt he would like to cum there. Of course, if I had a cunt, Greg would be in some other guy's life. I'm pretty sure he's never cum inside a real cunt; possibly into a blow up doll, that's it. I've never cum into a cunt either. The trouble is, Greg very rarely does. Best of all, though, were her fingers. Not a ring in sight.Still, you can’t exactly ask a woman out when you’re contracting at a business. On the way out the door, report submitted and hat in hand, maybe. Maybe. Too damn bad for this particular gig, because Avery was far from the only looker at Monarch. Chloe the receptionist, chipper and cherubic, round in all the right places. Nora in IT with her perfect stockings clinging to more perfect legs. Hell, there’s even that anonymous security guard. It appeared that all of his body hair was gone although therewas a thin narrow patch of pubic hair just above the cage on his penis."What did my wife call that when she got waxed? A Brazilian, I think.That's right. Someone thought it would be funny to give me a Brazilian."While continuing to focus on his breathing, he slowly looked around theroom and noticed a desk with an envelope on top. Hoping the envelopecontained some answers to his current situation, Michael minced slowlyacross the room. . Ok... ?!” Talia thought he was being a little weird, but maybe it would help remove that bad feeling from her. Undoing the buttons, she had hurriedly done up as she sat sniffling in the car, she slowly parted the sides of her shirt until her breasts were exposed.“Turn towards me. I can’t look all the time, but just pretend I am.”Talia turned and faced him, her nipples slowly hardening as she imagined him watching her.“Very nice. You have very nice breasts. Everyone can see. Turn, let the.