The scene was fast proving too much, especially with my cock buried in Bonnie’s delightful mouth, being treated to a topnotch blowjob. I’d let her know, I replied, unsure – certain in fact – whether I was man enough. Leaving the room, I read the text that had just arrived. In response, Natalya cried out desperately for help. I was just able to witness the stretched line of cotton between her legs before the camera moved passed on to Gina. Her steely determination and fight elicited in Johnson a truly ugly side, rarely witnessed by me before. I seemed to remember the name. If ignorance could be bliss, and it was, why spoil a good thing? I blew a raspberry in the mounds of tit flesh and generally misbehaved as one does when in that position. I really couldn’t be bothered explaining why I hated the man so much, electing to speak in terms I knew she’d understand: sex and cash.
