Yes

The tone change reminded you that although this is more fun than you expected it to be it is also work. Two more photos and you're then $700 richer and Little T can try to find some other girl to feast on. You step back so your legs touch the low coffee table and lean forward, grasping the front and leaning back, carefully looking down to where the dildo is.

From this angle it seems much bigger than you remember, but once you're squatting over it, the tip occasionally grazing your lower lips it doesn't seem quite as bad. Although the position is odd you feel as if your legs can support you. Carefully removing your hands, cupping and gently squeezing your heavy tits and finally looking back up to Tyrone. You give him a little smile and he smiles back and says.

"Good, now bite your lip and sink down just a touch more. That's my girl."

You follow the instructions as he says them. As you bite your lip Little T seems to rear up some more, arching back. Tyrone kneels down so you are looking down at the camera, hoping he hurries up and takes the shot. Feeling that thick phallus between your lips, pressing against the entrance to your cunny, your own hot moisture pushing against the side, your body wanting to feel it push deeper in and to take you. You lean a touch forward, just enough to make the cock shift a fraction, the sensation forcing a little moan from your body.

Tyrone grins, you imagine those little grunting moans are like music to him, you wonder how long he'll keep you here like this when the camera goes. You pull yourself forward, the cock head slipping out of you, dragging across your taint and over your butthole, past over your skin until you sink down with it resting against your back. Sitting on the table, giving your legs a break. Tyrone pulls himself off the floor and says.

"Sorry, I was just trying to get a good angle showing that black cock just on the edge whilst also getting your face. At the last second there was this; err. Desperation across your face. Probably because of the position but the viewer will think its desperation to feel a dick inside you. His dick."

Tyrone is beaming, you can understand his reasoning and you're thankful that he shared it with you. He walks round and picks up the lube and wet wipes, passing them too you, Little T less than a foot from your face, you can see definitive wetness around the end. Tyrone doesn't seem to notice and goes back to where he was kneeling and says with a combination of sadness and bravado.

"Well, final shot. Lets lube that bad boy up and well. You know. Take him into that treasured place."