Mosaic: Tomomi Facial

I could only watch in stunned silence. “Well, that should relax you” Jess said, still grinning. Rachael had return her attention to my cock and was gently stroking it, “I cannot get over how good you taste” she said, kissing the tip before tucking it back into my boxers. “I could seriously get addicted to that thing.” Jess giggled in agreement as they stood me up, my knees unsteady beneath me, and helped me dress and straighten my clothes. A loud knock on the door snapped us all from our intimate tryst, as a stage hand popped his head around the door and told us the event would be starting in 5 minutes, “The ladies will have to re-join your group on the Veranda” He added, giving me a knowing smile. Jess and Rachael both gave me a quick peck on the cheek, before sauntering out of the room, Jess making an exaggerated and intentional show of wiping her lips as she passed the young stage hand. He blushed slightly as she turned back to me and winked. I chuckled to myself before sitting back down and getting into the zone. A few slow and deep breaths and I was calm and focused. The ladies really had done an excellent job of relaxing me, I thought to myself as the stage hand returned to get me. I was led out into a different corridor to the one I had entered in. A large queue, mostly consisting of men, was lined up behind a large set of ornate double doors. The stage hand made a point of placing me at the end of the queue and cumshot keeping me there. I could make out muffled music from behind the door and an announcement halfway through. “….regional finals of the international poker championship.” The announcer was saying, an equally muffled cheer came up from the crowd. “more than sixty of our local champions will battle for a place in the National finals and remember folks. There is no prize for second place!” another cheer. “And now, please welcome tonight’s competitors!” The doors swung open, the music and announcer instantly growing in volume and clarity, the queue started to move forward. Each player’s name was announced to a small cheer as a bathing suit clad woman took each by the Hardcore hand and led him to a seat. After an interminably long time, I was the last one left in the corridor. “And finally…” the announcer said as a platinum blonde in a black leotard bathing suit approached me “…the bookies favourite for tonight’s match. Winning his heat in a blistering eighty-four minutes…” murmurs from the crowd “… I give you JAMES DONOVAN!” A roar from the crowd, especially from above me to the left, as the blonde took me by the arm and led me into the room. I remembered thinking how much bigger this was when I was shown this room earlier, but the spectacle before me was far beyond anything I could have imagined. Swirling spotlights of every big colour flashed across the auditorium as Def Leppard’s ‘pour some sugar on me’ blared from the stacks of speakers in every corner. A man with a large TV camera stepped in front of us as we asian walked, his lens fixed unflinchingly on my face. I smiled meekly but made a show of raising my arm in greeting to the crowd and looking around at the balcony to find a familiar face. There was none to be seen as a huge number of people bustled to get a good vantage point. “all this for a poker tits game” I thought to myself as I was seated in the last empty chair. “Tonight’s game will be split into three heats.” The announcer said, as the blonde kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck. “The first game will be sixteen tables of four. The winners from those games will form the second heat with four tables. Then the final will be the last four players standing. You have seen the players; the game will commence in five minutes. You still have time to place your bets at the kiosks on the veranda or in the lobby….” Five minutes later, after the dealers had introduced themselves and the music had dies down, the tournament began. The games were all as simple as the first tournament in the Oak and I’d be lying if I said any of the players were more than lucky amateurs or were particularly difficult to read. We are far from your planet, and the controls of my vessel will be incomprehensible to you.” This broke the pattern. “Master, what happens when we die?” Chloe asked as she watched me big bury some carrots from our garden in the soil of Penelope’s grave. He kept rubbing her ass and cumshot Gina was getting wet. It was unbelievable that out of all the people in the world she sees, it's fucking Joseph Murphy. So, what do you want?” *silence* His sister just stares at him. Again and again. In her own way, Night Eyes was my messenger, Hardcore and the message she carried, was Corruption. A haft protruded from her right eye asian socket, her remaining eye staring vacantly as blood flowed from her nostrils. He assumed it was housekeeping and walked over to peer through the peep hole. She tits wasn't sure why since he picked it for her to put on today why he would be asking that, although it was a sweater she put on often and her first reaction was to shrug but again his facial expression showed that wasn't good enough. She turned to me and asked, with some sort of desperation in her voice, “Why is she winking at you?” She took me by the hand and laid me down on the office floor where she straddled me and rocked back and forth until she again announced that she was cumming so damn hard. “Well, I must say from here you look breath taking and you smell delicious!