I was wallowing in bliss as he moved it in and out of my mouth.He stopped and pulled his dick out of my mouth. I missed it being in there, I leaned fo...ward to kiss it again, but he told me to stand up. I listened. I stood up and looked him in the eyes. He reached down and grabbed my cock through the skirt and started to stroke it. I wanted to cum from just that. It felt so good to get my cock played with."You're a frisky little slut, aren't you?" I'm you're slut, baby." I said."Are you my cock. She continued to stroke me with both her hands. Finally, she began to lick the head. How I didn't explode on contact with her tongue was a miracle. Her moist pink hot tongue digging my dick hole. Finally her mouth wrapped around my head as she stroked my man meat and fondled my balls. I have no idea how I didn't erupt in the back of her mouth. The more she leaned forward the more I felt the back of her throat. Her panties have slid halfway down baring only some of her luscious ass. While she. It is possible. I have that control over my pussy!! Ah… who the fuck am I kidding? I can’t go for an hour without wanting to cum. It is fun to try though! Standing there, my hand on the cold railing, my breath finally calming itself, my pussy no longer quivering. I take a step. Then another as I slowly make my way up to the eighth floor. Attempting to ignore that wetness between my thighs, with each step trying to think of other things. Lunch plans. Planting trees. The morning lessons. My. Kirsten was at a loss for words. She glanced around the shop, once more, and noticed that space was getting tight in the shop, as people began milling around, and putting chairs together to form groups at the tables and booths. The hard rain was continuing outside, and the windows of the coffee shop were beginning to steam up.“This coffee is very good,” the girl suddenly said, breaking the silence. “It has been AGES since I had one.”Kirsten took notice of the emphasis on the word ‘ages’, but.