His eager cock had risen to a well-endowed bulging fullness in his pants, from her soft touches and mere closeness, and no matter what he did, it woul... not go down.His face was red from his heated blushing, but in his determination for her not to see his embarrassing uprising, he laser-focused on his music, and somehow finished the etude brilliantly, despite the distractions, both from Monica’s attentions, and from his own pulsating crotch.When he was about to leave at the end of the lesson,. His basement was pretty nice. It was a huge carpeted room with a 50’ flat screen mounted on the wall with various rooms connected to the main room. She led me down into a back hallway and into the washing machine room. She tried to whisper something but I couldn’t make it out because the washing machine was going. In one fluid motion she hopped up on the washing machine and pulled her black thong out from under her. I just looked at her in all her beauty. I motioned down towards her juicy pussy. "Why yes, I am. You may call me Chloe," sheresponded and extended her hand meekly towards the man, then retractingit back quickly to realize her hand was a bit greasy-dang it that willneed to cleaned on the way back. "Ah but Chloe isn't your actual name isit, Operative Changeling M correct?" the taller cloaked fellow spoke up,in a low and gruff monotone manner. "Right you are good sir, but anAgency member never reveals their true names now unless requested whatmight your names be?" Chloe. The thought of a neighbor walking Their dog, or the boys walking to football practice, or some random passer by seeing me feverishly sucking his dick sends a chill of excitement down my spine. Through my loud slurping and sucking sounds I can hear him, moaning louder and louuder.I'm so into my work I barley realize what's happening as his cock is pulled quickly from my mouth. It slaps wetly against my neck as I realize he's pulling me off my knees by my hair. Without a word he forcefully bends.