<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Ground Floor Room</em><br/><br/>He always thought a blowjob would feel cold, cool to the touch, but this was so warm and inviting. Her lips slid over him so smoothly, it was like a natural fit. Her tongue danced along the length of his member, tasting and prodding every nook and cranny it could find. Her hand rested on his stomach, which rose higher and higher as he took deeper breaths. What's more, she actually seemed to be enjoying it, lost in it even.<br/><br/>He grit his teeth harder, even angrier then. As his cock grew towards its full length he could feel the rising tension climbing within his hardening rod. Her fingers gliding along his scrotum only accelerating his imminent release, the loose flesh of his sac pulling inward in surprise at her touch. His hands balled into fists as her lips tugged upward, then again, as if literally sucking his cream from him.<br/><br/>"Ah fuck!" he yelled, throwing his head back. With a sudden tremble in her mouth, his cock oozed a thick layer of cum against her tongue. He tried to hold it back, his whole body tensing as he tried to keep from releasing, but the thick fluid slowly poured out of his sensitive, bulbous head, filling Orchid's mouth.<br/><br/>He shivered, eyes shut tightly, not even wanting to see her look of disappointment as he lay back on the bed, his head hitting the mattress with a light<em>whump</em>!<br/><br/>"Son of a bitch..." he muttered.