I feel his warm breath between my breasts as he says it, once again: "Marry me!" My answer is like before: "Yes, honey, push it deeper, yes, go on, make me cum..." Or well, something like that, I don't remember all the things I say between the sheets (or in the dirty alleys where you would expect a street prostitute).
He's a nice guy, I mean, he hires me for pretty steamy sex, usually with his wife's portrait at the wall, except for the time when he changed it for a picture of us two staining the sheets at his home, but he did cheat on three of his Second Life wife's with me already. Maybe four, I only recall he got caught twice with me... That doesn't make him a very good candidate for marriage in my view. Let's not even mention whether he should consider me good wife material.
There's other stuff we're good at though, so have a look at the other photos below the page break...
A little disclaimer: yes, he wants to be photographed and visible in my blog. It was explicitly asked before even.
Yes, I can be a very tasty whore.
And I do like reverse cowgirl every now and then
Riding a man gives me a sense of control, and I do like a big warm hand on my butt.
But I can do a little more than 'boom-boom look at me fuck me for the dirty prostitute I am.' (Are we dirty? Really?)
I am also a very sweet girl. I have the capacity to be very nice.
Very nice, to many men...
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