Addicted to the thrill of a cock in your mouth, gradually hardening because of you.Addicted to the sensations of happily bobbing on a hard cock.Addict...ed to the suspense of how long it might take until he cums in your mouth or on your face... or best, cumming down your stretched-open throat.Addicted to the verbal treatment a cock sucker sometimes gets, and how it somehow turns you on to be called a cock sucker or a faggot.Addicted to the final grunt before the cum erupts from a magnificent. As I looked towards her she straddled my hips and, without another word, she picked my dick up; slotting me in. Her eyes rolled back as she slid down my rod. Pumping my dick with her slick pussy twice before she rested on my thighs. My hard dick has disappeared. Only our hair pubic hair was visible. She moans, “Oh god… I’ve missed cock.”With the early evening sun on her back she starts riding me. My dick reappears until she drives down hard again and again. Her little tits jiggle instead of. “What in the hell is going on, Faith?” Larry asked as soon as she came inside.“Nothing is going on,” Faith explained, sitting down across from her husband. “He’s a nude model. I was painting him. That’s all.”“Oh, come on,” Larry protested, “you expect me to believe that? He had a giant boner and was stroking it! You weren’t painting when I came in, either! You were standing there in front of him, practically naked!”“Are you kidding me?” Faith argued, “I had on the same thing I have on now with. She tossed me the keys and started giving me turn-by-turn directions to the next place. The second place was pretty close by. Erin got out of the car and walked barefoot, her ankle seemed to be causing her more discomfort now, she was favoring her left—but she refused assistance. She went to the back door and entered a combination on the key vault that was hanging on the doorknob, then with the key that was inside let me into the cottage. It was much better—I’d take it if I didn’t prefer one of.