“The table thing…” Wedge said, biting his lip. A wave of nausea hit her as a big spurt of oozing warmth went down her throat. He got on top of her. No,no,no…! Just kissing seemed to leave her breathless. He had no time to meet women, or interest in most of them for that matter. He started thrusting, slowly increasing the pace until they came hard, holding hands, with a deep blush on her face. They all knew what they were here for. He caught it by reaction. Perhaps ironically, it was actually that nasty wound which had led her on the road of becoming the blowjob queen of the slums. “Soon…” he said, already feeling revitalized, which was helped by Jessie constantly looking at him with her legs wide open, smiling and looking very cute all around.
