Sometimes I was really stupid.“Come on pretty boy, get to it! You’ve gone soft this summer!” Lindsay teased.“Bend over and I’ll show you sof.... 49... 50... 51... 52...” I panted, giving my trainer the side eye. I had sex on the brain and to have a hot, toned lesbian in tight clothing in close proximity to me wasn’t helping my concentration.“Promises, promises. Less talk and more work pretty boy!” She taunted.“Mind if I join?” A sweet voice came from behind.Lindsay and I both turned around to see. I no longer balked at the flavor and my gag reflex was practically nonexistent after my time at the club today. My god, was that only today? It seemed a lifetime ago.Daddy lasted a long time as he sat comfortably eating his dinner and seemed to time his orgasm to coincide with the end of his meal. I didn’t need to be controlled any longer so Daddy kept his hands busy with the food allowing me to bring him to the peak with only my lips and tongue. I bobbed my head faster as I felt Daddy’s balls. .you innocently asking my shoe size, me asking how far up yourlegs you shaved.Before long, we'd switched to Messenger. Then pics of each other. Our lives.Our thoughts. Our fantasies. It was getting more and more intense, furtive,urgent. The need emerging. The heat building.Then shots of our genitals, enflamed, aroused... cumming. Webcams burning thewires, teasing each other o promises of kinky delirium. Finally, you saying"Yes. I want to be Yours. Please. Let me be with you."The phone. Hours of. She closed the door behind me and pushed me back onto the door and started undoing my fly and belt, my cock was out and standing proud precum dripping within seconds and she was already licking every bit of it, my eyes rolled back and my body shuddered as the pleasure took over. She sucked on my cock hard, I pulled her back by the hair on the back of her head and kissed her passionately. I stood her up and we continued kissing whilst walking backwards toward the sofa, I took off her top and she.