LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

her bouncing breasts and began to squeeze them through the thin material of her dress. The stimulating
massage incited Jennifer's lust to new heights, and she threw her head loosely from side to side,
muttering lewd words at the group.
"Thaat's it," she hissed, "Pull my tits! Fuck me ... Fuck me ... I'm just about to spill my load!"
No sooner had the words escaped her lips, when she suddenly bucked forward against Rob, her mouth
open wide like a gasping fish.
"Ooooohhhhh ... Aggghhhhh! Don't stop everrrr ... !" Her words mixed and swirled out of her salivating
mouth and her eyes bulged wide open shrilling out her climax while looking helplessly into the staring
faces of the other men surrounding her.
Rob could feel his own hot cum shooting up into her as if the fountain inside him could not be turned off.
He was glad he had an audience now because it made everything he was doing to her seem even more
obscene and vile that it actually was.
When he had finished his job, his weak limbs collapsed beneath him and he fell to the floor on his knees,
still groaning and muttering to himself through the haze of hashish that clouded his mind. Jennifer was
caught by one of the men standing near them and carried off to her bedroom with the other two
following, knowing that each of them would eventually get their turn on top of her before the night was
over.
* * *
Mark pulled the soft wool blanket around Patricia's head, muffling out the lewd sounds on the other side
of the door, and gently nuzzled the full length of his body against hers; the thrill from their love-making
pulsed through his body even now as they both lay dry-throated in weary exhaustion. The ticking of the
alarm clock by the side of the bed mixed with their deep breathing, and soon the lewd sounds outside
were muted as if some giant hand had swept Jennifer and her lover away ... leaving Mark and Patricia
alone in their exhausted satiation.
Mark had slipped his limp, moist penis from her and its red length gleamed in wet droplets of both his
own and Patricia's orgiastic fluids. He felt it brush itchingly over the sheer silk of her sexy tights, then
droop a little as his body lost contact with her. Still nestled up close to her, he drew her head onto his
shoulder and closed his eyes.
One thing was certain, he thought playing the tips of fingers over her curvy hips, he wasn't going to let
this alluring and utterly satisfying girl out of his sight if he could help it. He had never found a sex-partner
so incredibly attuned to his particular tastes. They both had reached a satisfying climax at almost the
same time ... and, even more important, they had a kind of intuitive understanding of what pleased the
other.
He had written his last book after the inspiration she'd given him at their first meeting, and already he felt
a strong emotional attachment to her ... apart from his strong physical desire. She might turn out to be
someone very important in his life, he thought. His eyelids began to grow heavy as he started to drift off
in a light sleep ... someone very important ... kept running through his foggy mind, and then he was
asleep.
"What kind of modeling job?"
An hour or two had passed and they were sitting up on the bed now, smoking and talking. Mark
repeated the question, since Patricia hadn't replied and a small but uncomfortable pause had settled