His eyes never leave mine, even as he rams in and out of my mouth, even as he lets up and my tongue curls hesitantly against his throbbing cock.“I�...m actually fucking the face of Lancôme,” he says and despite his steely determination, it’s as though he can scarcely believe it. He pauses a second and digs his cellphone out of his jeans pocket.“What?” he breathes, as my tongue hovers in indecision. “One photo, Lana. No?”He pulls back to hear my answer. I’m too breathless to reply. He frowns. His. There stood my mom in a bikini. I admit I was surprised she wore it. She looked great.“Get me a drink, James.” She demanded.I thought it was a little early for my mom to start drinking, “It’s not even nine o’clock yet.”“The bars open. Get me a god-damn margarita.” Mom barked angrily at me.When I came back, mom was curled up on the lounge chair, trying to cover herself with her arms and hands as much as she could. I handed her the margarita, and she immediately drank half of it down. She sulked. More

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