I wanted to do this for her I think – and for me. You know how porn stars often finish by jerking themselves off at the end – because they know wh...at feels good – it is a feedback mechanism if you are in control of the rubbing. I knew what felt good and I did not stop. My tongue was running over my head and especially giving the corona under my head unrelenting attention. I could taste the sweet precum being forced out of my dick by Lisa’s hand job and my sucking. I was working hard because. "I think I'm getting the idea that you're a naughty girl, Ingrid. Is that true?"He sounded so naive, she chuckled to herself."Don't most boys prefer naughty girls?"The fun was catching. "Well, yes, but then I can't take them home to mother, if you know what I mean." What would I want with your mother, big boy? I prefer one hundred percent all male beefcake for a main course." Well if I can't take you home to mother, where can I take you?" How about to the moon, fella. Every girl wants a trip to. And that’s what bothered me most. She did not need to be parading around in public looking like some sort of half-wit bobble headed sex doll “What in hell happened to you? What are you thinking? Are you going out like that?”She stopped at the bottom of the stairs with a large smile and pirouetted for me “You like it dad?”“Hell no I don’t like it, what is all this crap?”She wasn’t deterred by my scorn “I’m going to Rosalind’s costume party, I’m a pop singer, ‘Pinky White Diva’ pretty cool don’t. Rhys continued to play inside Mason but was determined not to waste his load. He stood Mount up and knelt in front of him his dick now pointing at his mouth. Continuing to finger fuck him he took him to the edge and then over it. What was a clear precum tap now became a cum tap. It literally poured out of his thick white dick into Rhys’ mouth. He continued to flow until Rhys could take no more in his mouth and the orgasm had subsided. Rhys had swallowed all he had made and complimented Mount on.