But several of these men apparently did. They shoved their cocks deep into her bowels, shooting load after load up there. Others came inside her tight...little shaved pussy. Even more lined up to sample those amazing lips and tongue of hers and get a grade A professional blowjob (well, she did just receive payment for those blowjobs, so...I guess she really was a professional now!) from the theater slut.They filed in, an almost constant flow through the theater door, eventually finding themselves. Jack opened the door quietly, holding it open for the small woman following him. Emma bit her lower lip, trying to close the door as quietly as possible. She cringed as she heard the door click. Jack chuckled quietly, taking her hand and leading her to the living room. His hand reached around to the small of her back, pulling her gently but urgently against him. Emma glanced up into his eyes, suddenly feeling an ache in the pit of her stomach. She’d known she wanted him, no matter how much she. But he makes them uncomfortable. I think he must be nicer to me than he is to most people for some reason. I happily went to the elevators and headed up to his room.His door was partially open when I got there. I knocked and his face lit up when he looked up and saw me. He invited me in and I closed and locked the door behind me. When I turned to face him he said, "I was afraid I'd never see you again after Saturday. I was afraid you'd come to your senses and avoid me like the plague."I walked. ”“I know, and almost could also. But there are so many differences, I think we both know it would never work. I do love you, but not in that way. Kinda like Frannie, I could almost see myself making love to her, but I can’t see us actually in love.”“Yeah, I really got to know her this weekend. And she probably thinks about the same. But one thing we both agree on, you are so intense that neither of us could handle you long term. Oh, you are fun for a weekend fling, but we are both afraid we.
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