My balls swing forward on each thrust , the sackslapping lightly against your clit. My hands find your head and begin pumpingmy cock into your mouth. ...our mind slowly shuts down and becomes a primal thing,lost in lust and the needs of your anatomy. All you are aware of is the feelof a man, a man deep inside you, doing to you what naturehad made you for, giving you pleasure beyond anything you have ever known.In front of you was your Master, his cock so hard, so rigid in your mouth.Yet, he was. She moves her hand to meet my hand and then guides it to her breasts, her head falls back and she let’s out a sigh. I put down the brief case in my right hand trying not to drop it, as not to draw attention to our rendezvous. Moving my right hand to the back of her calf and slowly deliberately, ever so slowly moving my hand up the back of her long leg, along her silky sheer black stockings feeling the patented stocking tops. Stopping for a moment feeling and exploring the softness of her. It dangled between his legs, swinging and twitching, as if possessing a life of its own. It was easily two times bigger that either of her old boyfriends': both of them were around five inches long. Vivian stared at the monstrous penis, unable to move, unable to utter a sound, mesmerized and terrified at the same moment. It looked as big around as her wrist. Jake took his cock in his hand, bouncing it on his palm like a police baton, moving closer. A smile played on his lips as he looked into. My boxer briefs were still on and Sarah struggled to open the hole in my underwear large enough for my cock to pop out. She kept one hand on the seam of the hole while the other hand fished for my dick. She pulled out my throbbing shaft and licked her lips. “Hold on.” She grabbed a travel sized lubricating oil bottle and squeezed out a quarter sized amount of the edible gel. “Take off your shirt and lay back.” I did what she asked and closed my eyes. Her hand pumped softly up and down my.