Pay Me To Suck Black Cock Pt 1

His brown swollen head sprang free and stood proudly at attention. Patrick caressed it with his warm tongue and began sucking it like he loved it.
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Waves of propulsive energy roll across the wide concrete floor of the Noise Factory, as high above the crowd manic magnetic DJs spin out one seductive dance tune after another, drawing to their feet an army of the young and beautiful who spin and grind and vibrate as if their lives depended on it. It is another Saturday night in one of the hottest clubs in LA, and the atmosphere could not be more electric.
In an intimate alcove just off the main dance floor two couples sit in huddled communion, flirting, laughing, and thoroughly enjoying everything their attractive companions might say, and determined to leave behind the routine worries of the workweek. Tonight, they are out for fun, and not just any fun, but the most sensual and stimulating fun they can find. For now at least, that means another frantic spin on the dance floor. And so as the music rises, they rise too, and head for the hard pulsating beat and the furious flashing lights and irresistible allure of the hip, fast-moving crowd.
But as the evening wears on, they begin to wear down, and so one of the four, a striking young woman named Jo with clever brown eyes and shoulder-length auburn hair, suggests they retire to her flat nearby and continue the party there.
Like the girl herself, Jo’s apartment is comfortable and yet unmistakably urbane and elegant. Set on one of the upper floors of a restored old warehouse in a fast gentrifying commercial area near downtown, the space is bright, open and colorful, decorated with a number of pieces from the well-heeled Westside art gallery that Jo manages. And while Jo...