She pulled my boxers down to my ankles. She took her time on the way up. She took my hands into hers and placed them on her head. I felt her hair betw...en my fingers. She then wrapped her arms around my legs and hugged them as I felt her warm breath between my thighs. She inched her way up to my waist. When her head finally reached my waist I was not prepared for what was about to happen next. Clara took my penis in her left hand and swallowed my entire shaft down her throat. It took every bit. And it was highly inappropriate.Thomas. Even though his actions were far beyong innocent, he just kept looking in the eyes of a woman who never seemed to be that much voluptuous and hot (not for him anyway).Truth is, Thomas never was a pervert type of guy. He knew his mom had a nice pair of tits. So what? He've never imagened them for any wrong reasons. Or like... at all. Most of the time he could think of his mom the only way - the way he used to during his whole life. And yet... All those. I smiled and looked Coach in his eyes as I started to slowly put my mouth of his manhood.I heard Coach sigh and moan, pinching his erect nipples. I was turned on and it mad me want to suck him harder and sloppier. “Shit, Michael. You can’t suck dick for shit!!!” said coach in his angry tone.He pushed my face off his huge sausage and ripped my shirt off. I moaned and whispered “Oh, yes, Coach. Mmmmm…” Coach pulled my shorts and underwear off and threw it to the other side of the room. Coach. It was Amsterdam so I had to take a look inside. The atmosphere in the place was very easy going and I wandered around glancing at the magazines. I started to get a roaring hard on looking at the beautiful Dutch girls sucking cock and having their faces drenched in spunk. I found myself wandering where I might go to jack off. There’s nothing like pulling yourself off in a strange unexpected place. Then I realised that there were two movie theatres upstairs, one hetero and one gay. I bought a.