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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
to my knees in front of him. My hands reached to the buckle of his belt, and unhooked it. Paul got a broad smile on his face. He settled back to leave me to do what I did best. It took but a minute, with little movement on his part, to have his trousers down around his ankles. I could see the outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his underpants. I gave a tug at the elastic waistband, and it was there pointing straight at my face. I needed no further invitation. I opened my mouth wide, and took the length of the shaft almost to the back of my throat. My lips wrapped tightly around it, and I felt its warmth on my tongue. Paul's cock tasted good, and felt even better. I have given up counting the number of cocks that I have had in my mouth, but his was one of the best. I wanted to keep it in there for a long time, but we did not have the luxury of that. All I could do then was give him a quick blow-job. Expertly I worked Paul's cock in and out of my mouth. In his state of excitement at finally having found his mistress, he seemed ready to pop when my tongue first touched the tip of his cock. I took a quick look up to his face to see his head thrown back, and his eyes closed in ecstasy. Just then I felt the semen slowly flowing out of him the way it always did. It filled my mouth, and it took three swallows to get it all down inside of me. I let his cock fall from my mouth as I savored the last drop. We looked into each other's eyes. We had both found ... something that we wanted. I slid up onto the sofa next to Paul after giving him his blow-job. He put his arm around me, and we kissed once again. This kiss had less sexual fire and passion in it, but more true affection for each other. I never fell in love with Paul, nor he with me, but we did feel a mutual affection all the time we were together. I needed that. I had a whole new life to build from the ground up, and any help I could get was welcome. Paul would give me more help than I knew at that moment. I lingered in his arms for a little while, and then said softly, "We should get back to work." Paul stretched a little, and nodded. He got up quickly, and in another moment had pulled up his pants and underpants, so that he was dressed again. He went to sit on the edge of his desk to watch me dress. Paul liked watching me dress and undress. I think that he got almost as much out of that as he did out of having sex with me. It was a simple matter for me to get dressed, but I stretched it out as much as I could for Paul's benefit. I posed a little in just my camisole and panties for him before I started. He liked that. I do not know what it was about my body that turned him on so much, but Paul's cock would get hard if he just thought about me stripping for him. His cock was hard again now from just looking at me, and I was not dressed very attractively. I stepped into my jeans, and adjusted my penis back between my legs into my crotch. Then I pulled my sweater over my head, ...