Liz struggled in her mind as to which feelings were stronger… her guilt for cheating on her boyfriend with his roomate, or her desire to know what his cum was going to feel like rushing into her mouth…
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Every day he would be waiting outside the building, ready to shake down the fag lecturer for more money.
What I like most about this scene is the younger guy’s placid but dominant expression. The boy actually appears to be a born top, and right now he’s being serviced by another, somewhat older male; the boy’s very presence seems almost to demand worship, whether he realizes this yet, or not. And to me, that’s sexy.
This is a fucking degrading way to keep my job. I can’t believe I am on my knees again in front of this fucker getting ready to eat more of his sperm. I go home everyday with rug burns on my knees.
“Billy, go down on my dick like a good little cocksucker. You’re lucky you give such good blow jobs, if you didn’t I bet you’d be terminally unemployed.”
What could I do or say?
As I started going down on him I said, “Yes boss. Thank you for another load of your primo jizz, Sir.”
