Thanks to wrestling and track, I was well toned. I had a thick bush of blonde pubic hair over my 6 ½ inch cock. Naturally, given the situation it was...standing straight out, hard as steel.Amy smiled and said, "I didn't know you were this buff. It's nice to see your cock instead of just feeling it like last night." She lay down on her back. I lay diagonally over her with my chest on her chest and our mouths joined. I rubbed her breasts a few times and then slid my hand down her chest, across her. She was so wild she didn’t give any space for me to breath. We lip kissed for around 10 minutes. While kissing itself she took me to the bedroom. When we reach the bedroom she pulled my lungi and got hold of my dick. I felt something. Something was rushing to my dick because first time another person holding my dick.Then she started to stroke it slowly. She sat on the bed and first licked the tip of my dick. I moaned a little at that time. Then she looked at my dick so closely and took into her. "Think about how busy it gets around here," I said, "And how often you've delivered a table's food for one of the other waitresses, or vice versa. I can't see Sarah doing that for anyone else, which means pretty soon nobody else will do it for her. And when she starts dishing out cold food, her tips are going to drop, which will make her attitude worse, and round the drain she goes. I give it a month, at most. And if she pisses off the kitchen staff, she won't even last that long. How often. The expressed breath moves the fabric of your shirt and I breathe back in slightly, losing myself in the smell of your skin. There is very little light but it’s not necessary to see when the need to touch and smell is so forceful. With your body against mine, I press my face to the cloth of your shirt. The buttons are small, unyielding disks meant to inject a small bit of reality. Is this what you want? What I want? Though the buttons are easily overcome, their boundary is obvious. Still,.