“Now,” she said, “come around this end and let me taste every one of you.’”
The guys hurried to the end of the couch where they formed a line, their cocks in hand. A minute passed and somehow the guy had not shot his seed into her. The following is an account from one of the photographers in the group
No sooner had the bathroom door closed behind you, your wife looked across at the owner of the studio in a nervous manner. She went quiet but, after a few days and the odd recurrence of this conversation, she conceded that she would do it. One thing I wanted to try was studio photography and I learned through a friend of a new place that was opening up nearby and I joined one of the clubs that the owner was setting up which allowed us to use the studio together and thus save on costs.
