“Good boy,” she giggles. Her hand journeys up my torso and wraps around my neck. Her thumb presses my chin up as she leans over me and presses her...lips against mine. Her other hand travels down my abs and wraps around my rock hard cock. I bring my arm around, placing my hand at the back of her head. I place my other hand on top of her's as she strokes my shaft. Her cock continues to rub up against my prostate. The sensation makes my knees weak. I wouldn’t be able to stand if I wasn’t locked in. I need some of that myself. If I don't get it, I'll just be horny all the time and won't be able to concentrate on anything else. Then I'd do just about anything to fuck.Heather wanted to strike that last line. She managed to put her pen to the page at the opening "T," but could not send the stroke through the words. She instead lifted the pen from the page and moved it back to the end of the sentence.Her pussy throbbed with her heartbeat. Now she was going to think about this for the rest of. He came back to reality when she slammed the door shut sitting next to him. “Sorry angel, but it’s not my fault you picked the weirdest time for a date ever,” he quipped regaining his senses. She smiled giggling a bit. “What do you mean?” “I told you to pick anytime any place for our next date and you picked the movies on a Wednesday at noon. Who the hell goes to the movies on a Wednesday? In the middle of the day?” he joked, putting the car in drive. She reached down and held his hand biting. Debbie decided to give Larry a blow-job on impulse. She had only done it a few times before, but she’d never, ever wanted to more. She wanted to make Larry feel good, as good as he always made her feel. And she found, as she played with his cock and kissed, it was a very delightful experience. And she could tell from Larry’s passionate groans that she was making him feel very good, which was exactly what she wanted to do. The lovely girl wrapped her pert lips around the arrow-shaped tip. When.