So, when Jason brought Naomi through the kitchen on her first day orientation, Marco was surprised that she wasn’t at all Jason’s usual type. Naomi hesitated, she didn’t know how much to say before his good mood faded and he was back to being the dark brooding chef, “It’s just that, sometimes, you can be a little difficult to work with,” she said rapidly, then flinched waiting for the recoil. I can’t work with you, when all I can think about is how delicious you taste,” Marco explained, then smiled, “Mi bella, I would end up chopping off all my fingers, and you wouldn’t want that.”
I bite into your shoulder, while running my hands to and fro over your body. I place my hands in yours and devour your breasts, pressing them with my tongue. I lick from your breasts to your navel as my hands trace down the sides of your body. I pull your silky gold locks again, inhaling your scent. I love the way your strands of hair dangle down while you suck. I love the feel of your hair and run my fingers through it as you bob up and down. I lick from the center of your chest up to your mouth and attack your breast, making circles on your nipples with my tongue.
When my sister, Wendy, who was away attending college, called me about visiting for the holiday, she asked if she could stay at my apartment. Sitting up in bed I knew what it must be; Wendy and Jackson were having sex. Then he reached up and slipped a finger into her mouth, and she eagerly sucked it like a tiny black cock. She took his gigantic black cock in her tiny hands and slipped her mouth over the end of it. When Jackson came, Wendy seemed oblivious, her mouth and hands slowly working his cock. The next morning, Wendy and Jackson were at the breakfast nook table having coffee when I came in.