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come.”
    “I want your big dick to explode inside me!” Larkin said as she increased the pressure on his sac.  Clint inhaled sharply then burst. 
    Clint collapsed on top of her and Larkin poked at him.  “Let’s go to my bed where we have more room.”
    Larkin ushered him up to her bedroom, where they settled on her bed. 
    “Your dick is so big, may I take a picture of it?”
    “I don’t know…”
    “Please,” Larkin pleaded.  “I won’t show your face.  I promise.”
    “You’d better not show my face,” Clint threatened.
    “Or what?” Larkin teased.
    “Or I’m gonna kiss your ass,” he said jokingly.
    “Oh, that’s not a threat that had better be a promise.”
    “It is.”
    “So you’re gonna let me take it?”
    “Sure.”
    He splayed his legs open and adjusted his flaccid cock so that it rested against his thigh.  Larkin snapped the picture before he changed his mind.
    “Thanks.”  She kissed the tip of it.  “I really enjoyed being with you.”
    “I enjoyed you too.”
    Larkin nestled next to him.  “Tell me about your marriage,” she said and felt Clint shrug.
    “There really isn’t that much to tell.  We’ve been married for seven years and somehow we forgot why we got married.  We’re no longer connected,” Clint answered.
    “Do you love her?”
    “Of course I do, she’s my wife,” Clint answered.  “But I’m not in love with her.”
    “Are you two getting a divorce?” she asked and Clint stiffened.
    He pulled away from her.  “I don’t plan on it.  Why all the questions?”
    “Just curious.  I don’t make it a practice to sleep with married men,” she lied smoothly.  “And I don’t want some crazy wife stalking me.”
    Clint grinned.  “Yeah she might do that if she found out, but she won’t and this isn’t going to happen again,” he said firmly.  “And I gotta go.”  He pushed up from the bed.
    “You know your dick is beautiful,” Larkin said.
    “Dicks can’t be beautiful,” Clint replied gruffly as his cock hardened.
    “Yes it can, the harder yours get the more beautiful it is,” she said before kneeling in front of him.  She brought the tip of his dick into her mouth.
    “I gotta go,” he croaked.
    “How about saying, I gotta come?” Larkin teased before pulling his dick into her mouth, Clint groaned.
    She cupped his ass as his dick glided in and out of her mouth in long strokes.  “Oh shit!” he said, then rested his hands on the top of her head.  “Shit!”
    A few minutes later, Clint burst inside her mouth and Larkin swallowed.  “So can I have some more pictures of your beautiful body?” she asked an exhausted Clint.
    “Um, sure,” he said tiredly.  He had a tiring day at work, he had gotten to Sugah Cakes at five o’clock in the morning and didn’t leave until twelve hours later.  And after having sex with Larkin he was officially whipped. 
    Larkin started off taking tame pictures of his penis, but as soon as he drifted off she snapped pictures of him sleeping, pictures of her kissing him, pictures of his penis, and the most damaging of them all, pictures of them lying together in bed.
    Later that night after Clint left, Larkin texted Violet the pictures.  “I’ll be getting that bonus,” she quipped.
     

Chapter 14
     
    “Are you happy with everything,” Summer asked Clint, while she nervously surveyed the party. 
    “You did a great job,” Clint said while admiring the bakery.  Summer and the rest of the crew had spent the last two hours decorating the bakery.  Tables were pushed to the side, silky spider webs draped from the ceiling, dozens of pumpkins laced with white lights were placed on tables, and several strings of Halloween lights outlined the display cases.  Sugah Cakes was ready for Halloween.  Over a hundred cupcakes were available for guests to munch on as well as hot hors d'oeuvre. 
    “Thanks.  We had a good turnout, better than what I expected.”
    “Well the weather helped,