Bare Patrick

I have a confession

Day after day I work in my room and many guys come to see me.Look at my angelic face, my thin body tight, my legs slender, my long hair like a crow, my plump, juice ass They watch me dance, and very much like my thin and toned body is feminine. I warn you not to judge a book by its cover. So many fetishes I have, but one is seen while I stroke my huge cock, or play with my pectorals and smooth nipples. So many nights I have the joy of sprinkling my seed in private for a hot gentleman, but tonight, I tell you, I could not. Not private, without sperm, despite the torture of a fury that lasts all night. This is how some slow nights can go, and it's frustrating. One night I handled my sexual frustrations.My time on the page was up, my cock was furrowed and wet from rubbing and flaunting my sex for my fans, as they showed me respect for the credits to help me reach my goal and please them better. The camera goes off and I slide my jeans over my delicious ass that so many loved. I open my shirt, put on my shoes and grab my bag ready to go out into the night. The tropical heat and the breeze of the Colombian night were a beautiful sensation when my body entered the darkness. When I left the studio, my co-worker, another model of some success was in the courtyard smoking.Marcus was a tall, muscular stallion with an evil look and body that many other models envy. He nodded as he saw what was happening and I saw a glint in his dark eyes that drew me to him. No words were said when I approached him, our hormones made communication and our mouths met and our tongues collided in passion. Marcus's hands worked their way firmly over my buttocks and he squeezed, but it was my hands that grabbed him by his thick black hair and pushed him down his knees and in front of my cock that moved me. He took his signal well and opened my jeans leaving my monster with a penis to come out and enter his mouth. I still hard for my work, his warm wet lips felt good around my thick fleshy muscle. Marcus, the muscular man, was sucking my penis like it was sweet, delicious. I was wondering how many of those men who look at my ass on camera had some clue to my love for sex, or my love to overcome such a rough muscle bitch.My hand that was guiding Marcus's face in and out of my crotch ripped him off my cock and my freedom had the opportunity to ignite some enthusiasm by hitting the face of the strong guys sending him with a groan to the ground in front of me. The boy knew what I wanted now and was quick to oblige by rolling over his abs, so his butt was in front of me. I reach out and pull out his gym shorts from those strong, tree-like legs. I hit my body against him, and my cock slid between his muscular buttocks.to be continue...