"It was when you did it," Donny answered with a chuckle. "Why you think my motives would be different, I don't know," though the same results were not quite the same. "Perhaps I'll become one of those weird feeder-types, filling you with awesome food that's incredibly bad for you," she said with a grin at Mitch.
Neither did she, but she answered with a shrug. "I think it's like fucking in sand," Donny said. "It seems like a great idea at the time, but when you're scraping the grains out of your creases, not so much." It was the best analogy she could come up with. "Some of the girls I used to model with tried it, but I had far too much common sense," she laughed, how Mitch was reacting to this amused her no end.
That's what she thought he'd say, when given the option and while Donny's tongue curled around his dick. As her mouth sought to pleasure Mitch her hands roamed, letting her nails scratch at his more robust areas. Catching at his thighs, stomach and ass as he moved against her. She considered holding out on him and not letting him cum but even Donny wasn't that mean.