In only a few minutes I was on the edge of? coming. I usually warned him when this happened so I could get? permission to orgasm. I started whining. H... ignored me. My hands started? moving to his but I stopped them. Only once had I ever tried to stop him? with my hands. I'll never do that again. ?Then the torture began. I tried counting cars, reading bill boards,? going over last week's household budget. I glanced at him. He seemed to? be intent on watching the road. Did he know what he was. My hand on your waist drifted down a little onto your ass, squeezing it gently almost mirroring the action your hand was doing to me. The slight jolt from the elevator stopping and the ping as the doors slide open bringing us temporarily back to reality. Taking your hand I lead you out and left not exactly pulling you but not moving slowly either, as we turn again and we are faced with the two large oak doors your face begins to look a little surprised as this obviously wasn’t the same standard. I heard someone yell ‘WATCH OUT!!!!!’ and next thing I knew I was on the ground. I looked up and saw a tall, tan,handsome guy standing over me. ‘Oh my God. Are you okay?’ he asked. ‘Yeah I’m fine.’I said, rubbing my head. ‘I’m so sorry. My friend was throwing the frisbee and I couldn’t catch it and it hit you in the head.’he said. ‘It’s okay. I understand. I’m fine. Just a bit sore. ‘ ‘Well let me walk you home then. I won’t feel right if I just send you home. ‘ ‘Okay. ‘ We started walking. Lloyd's black giant lay on my tongue.Suddenly Rick reached out and pinched my nostrils closed causing me to take a deep gasp though my mouth. With my guard down Lloyd shoved a couple of inches more of his cock into my head.He was now in my throat skull-fucking me. His hands were full of my red hair preventing me from dislodging him from my windpipe.I gagged and he rammed harder gaining a bit more of my throat to fuck.I couldn't breathe but he continued to use my head for his.