It felt almost as if there were something in her that was looking for a direction to burst out in, some relentless pressure that demanded action. But ...hat? It was such an unspecific feeling... so hauntingly vague.Victoria's somber thoughts were abruptly ended by the sound of scratching on the sliding glass door just a few feet from where she was lying, accompanied by a low insistent whining. With a little cry of joy the young blonde jumped up from her bed and moved quickly to the door, sliding. Of course I was in a toilet in a matter of seconds and barely needed to wank as I thought about the lovely things I’d just heard and just how bosomy Miss Lynn looked in Her tight top. A lot of cleaning up of that toilet was needed then. Every time I visited that office, it was lovely to let Miss Sally see me going boss-eyed as I gawped at Miss Lynn in Her top. I loved to feel my knob stiffening as I did this, and deliberately trying to string out my visit to look for as long as I could, while. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and groaned as I continued to do so. Each lick, suck and kiss of warm wetness that I gave seemed to orchestrated a moan a groan or a deep exhalation of breath from him. This turned me on and made me want more cock in my mouth.I opened my wet mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I planned on playing with it with my tongue but once inside my mouth a surprising desire took hold and I filled my mouth with his cock. I held it as deep as I could. Knowing this my addiction deepened. I would watch hours on end of cumshots. Fixating on a few still shots of the perfect load. I was becoming curious though, from my own jerking off I had experienced the thickness, the texture, the warmth and the smell of cum...but how did it taste?My favourite clips had grown to be cum craving sluts with their tongues out begging for cum, wanting to savour it on their tongues before swallowing it all down. I thought more and more about how it would taste. I.