Barely audible grunts and gasps as I ate his ass and stroked his cock.He pushed back onto my face now, desperate for me to continue. His cock began th...obbing, loving how I gently stroked it and squeezed it with every tongue penetration of his ass. I was tasting his most intimate area, and he loved it.“I am going to cum. Oh fuck I am going to cum,” he implored.I was waiting for that. I put the cup below his cock and began milking him, squeezing and tugging hard on his shaft. Rubbing it back and. He threw his leg over his pride and joy, a 1949 Panhead with tank shifter and foot clutch. Sure, there were better, more comfortable Harley's to ride, but he loved this old one. Brock shook his long dirty-blonde hair back and put on his vintage lid with leather straps. The law said he had to wear it, a stupid law passed by idiots who didn't know the joys of riding. The roar was deafening as Brock twisted the throttle. He smirked at the disapproving looks of passersby, smirking when an exhaust. He said a cup of coffee would be great thanks.He met me in the kitchen, and while the water was heating to boil I was putting the coffee and sugar away, he commented on my bum, saying it looked nice and tight. I turned to him and smiled and eventually said that this was a embarrassing couple of minutes for me. He laughed as replying saying that it made his day to see my nipples and G string, and I should not worry or be embarrassed. Which was hard not to be as he once again made a comment,. I get rid of the few things I have left. He takes me in his arms, I wrap his legs around his torso and he makes me go down slowly on the cock, fortunately I trained my pussy with various medium-sized sex toys but still I am out of breath when I feel it all inside. He starts to fuck me hard, up and down, impaled on that huge and thick cock, I offer his tits and he accepts them with pleasure, sucks her nipples and bites them. He asks me where I want to do it and I point out the French door. .