Cum Shot

Tony and I went to the post office the other day, and while I was waiting in the long slow line to mail out some videos, he brought me back a little box with Trixie Swallows marked on the outside. My postal frown immediately turned upside down, and I began grinning from ear to ear. A surprise package for me? A present for little old me from one of my members? I snatched the box out of his hands and almost broke two nails ripping it open. Nestled inside the box, packed ever so lovingly in shredded newspaper, was a little shot glass with my name engraved on it. I have a collection of shot glasses from all the places I have been in my life, but of course I have never seen one that said "Trixie". Then I remembered the email conversation I had with my dear fan Steve, (you know who you are) and suddenly I was flattered, flabbergasted, and teary-eyed all at once. Tony and I have been "getting busy" quite a bit lately. I think it's the warm weather, and it certainly must be mating season in the animal kingdom. Every afternoon when we get home from the gym, I can't even get up the stairs to our third floor apartment without him pulling my pants down on the stairwell and sticking his fingers in my very wet pussy. And trust me, I'm not complaining about having my very wet pussy stuffed full of rock hard cock every afternoon. But at some point, I begin to want to share my lust with all of you. So I thought this little present would be the perfect way to really bring out the cum slut in me. We did a fabulous photo shoot which you see at the beginning of this set, and since the shots came out so great, and I was already naked, I made Tony bring my cock to me so I could reward him for a job well done. I drank our cum from a champagne glass in "Classic Cunt" and in this one, I did a "shot" of cum from my new shot glass. I wasn't sure how we were going to go about getting this one into the glass, but turns out Tony is a pretty good aim. (He had me fooled, because he has seriously hosed me down in the past, and I just thought guys had no control over such things, it just went wherever. Oh, but I will remember that, sweetie.) So my loving bartender served me up a delicious little shot, and I threw it back like an old tequila drinking pro, no salt, salad, or training wheels needed, and no sour puss face. Instead I just smiled, and licked the cum off my fingers and from around the rim of my new, favorite shot glass. Now everyone say "Thanks Steve!"