<strong>Caroline Parish</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)</div>She gazed up at him, playful and willful, watching his face even as the tip of his swollen member bobbed in her face. She wanted to please him; for the money, for the connection, and because she wanted to watch his face slide into pleasure filled passion. The room around them seemed to get smaller, her cami seemed to get tighter as her nipples swelled, and the hand in her hair grew insistent.<br/><br/>Arousal hung heavy upon Caroline, heavy and warm so that when he urged her mouth back to his cock Caroline obliged. She sucked the top of him between her lips, teasing the head of his cock with her tongue as she suckled.<br/><br/>The call girl gave a gentle moan and took more of him, inch by slow inch, until her nose tickled at the base of his shaft. When she moved, she sucked desperately, and soon she worked a musical rhythm upon his cock her sweet moans accenting each thrust of her mouth.<br/><br/>She trembled with lust; her fingers sliding down between her legs to brush and tease against the tiny patch of blue silk that covered her pussy. She sucked him, stroked herself, and remembered exactly why she loved her job.