Not now, okay?’ Eddie smiled as though he’d been given a second life. ‘That’s perfectly okay! Let’s turn these lights off and go back to bed...’ ‘Sure!’ She paused for a moment. ‘Hey Eddie! Let’s both call in work tomorrow and stay home. If you suck my pussy like you did last night, I’ll be glad to give you that blowjob you want!’ ‘Sounds like a plan! And if you don’t mind, Lisa, with this heat wave, and not having had a shower in two days, I’d kill for a shower now that the power’s back.’ ‘Me. A little harder. He was starting to get into it. He settled into a rhythm of about a second and a half between each stroke. Each one elicited a little squeak from Francesca, but she still felt like she could outlast his arm if he didn't do better. After his next stroke, she replaced her "Ouch" with "Harder!" He laid into her with renewed vigor. His next stroke made her eyes pop wide open. Her pussy started to tingle a little, with each harder stroke. Her squeals started to take on the echo of. And she was rubbing elbows with them, most of them wishing to rub something else with her. He looked away and she continued chatting with these men, her eyes always trailing back to him at the bar. They complimented her on her looks, on her dress. The dress he had bought her, it was waiting for her when she got home. A beautiful black, strapless dress with a full length skirt. It had been laid out on her bed with a note that read: Wear me Be ready at 8 And as she had entered her. She shook and trembled. From my vantage point, I could see her pussy clench and contract. A wet spot slowly formed on the mattress between her legs. Her face was flushed and smiling and her hair was dishevelled. She seemed at least as radiant and beautiful as she had when I first answered her call. She was breathless and panting a little, in a very cute 'little girl' sort of way. "You're not disappointed so far, I hope," she purred to me as she started rocking her cunt on that big rubber cock.