I can feel it and taste it. Your cock is throbbing in my mouth, swelling. Then I feel it. You tremble beneath me, grunting, holding my head in place a... you shoot your load into my greedy mouth. I swallow what I can, the rest lands perfectly on my chest. I look up at you and bring my hand to my chest, spreading your cum with my fingers across my nipples.I slide my fingers back to my pussy. You lean in, pulling me to you. "Let me do that," you whisper lustfully. You lay me on my back and kiss me. Then I took his head in my mouth and started to lick circles around it, sliding my tongue across slowly. I did a couple of "figure 8s" before I plunged my head down on his now throbbing cock. My head started to bob up and down. I was going deeper and deeper, sliding my tongue around his cock as I would come up closer to the tip. His hands were on the back of my head, entangled in my hair and forcing me to suck a little deeper until I decided to take the whole thing into my mouth. I could feel. She was always off to this city or that, meeting with this firm or its rival,... basically, all the mundane things of corporate life that he had tired of. His wife had insisted that she wanted to make a mark of her own. Sure she would, he remembered retorting, just like the million executives before her. And before you knew it, there would be a million after her.She had stormed out of the room, terminating the discussion with her trademark puff of impatience. Stanley knew he was as much at. Doug stared at her in amazement. He could hardly believe that she was talking this way, let alone touching his cock in that provocative gesture. He stared hard at her face and was astonished at what he saw mirrored there. Desire was written all over her lovely smooth features. Desire... but who was it for! His heart pounding painfully, he looked questioningly at her."Ooohhhh... get naked, honey... quick!" she gasped, her fingers tightening around the throbbing hardness of his erect prick.Doug.