The feeling of being a dirty slut, of being nothing but a cocksucker, of being born only for one purpose, so men could have pleasure from me. It thril...led me from head to toe and to the bone, swelling my own cock until I felt like it would burst right there.Finally, when his dick stopped spurting, stopped even dribbling – when I had every last ounce of his cum I was going to get – finally, I swallowed, savoring it, remembering how good it was to be a cum eater, luxuriating in the fact that a man. . I was hoping I was wrong," she said woefully. "I've always wanted a child. Now it's gone." I know, and I'm sorry." But... But why?" You are a smart girl, Monica. You've probably figured it out. But I'll spell it out for you."You know how concerned I am about the number of immunes. They are the wild card that could wreck everything."Monica nodded."Well, you put immune boys and immune girls together, you get immune babies. All you immunes working together would up the immune population." But. I let my eyes linger half a second locked with hers, then continue back to the table. It's just a fantasy, that's all.I'm sat at the table, deep in thought about whatever came to mind - mostly beautiful the clear skin visible above Lucy's breasts, when a warm hand touches my right arm. I turn, and it's her. She motions me along the bench and I shuffle across to let her sit. Next to me. My stomach turns, and my mind fights back to control, of course she's sitting there, it's an empty space. I. Many with of graphic close-ups; my cock in full frame about to enter her, her lips wrapped around my cock, and the cumshot on her breasts. We were slightly disappointed that the shots just weren't professional looking. So then came an interesting idea, let's have a pro come and photograph us in the act getting nice and dirty all for just our own use.Jane was initially excited about the idea until she had two reservations. While she wasn't shy about performing in front of someone, she didn't.