I met his eyes and blush unable to escape the timidness that consumes me. He slides over to me, dancing his fingers on my thigh. His hair still messe... up, his eyes grazing the restaurant with wonder. I can feel my heart thumping loudly through my chest, feel my pulse all the way down to my toes in my pretty shoes. The way he keeps my soul on edge, keeps my body in tune with my mind, lets me dance throughout my thoughts and follows without question, he is my person. Making my order, I am. ... Keuchend ergoss er sich in ihren Mund. Maren schluckte genüßlich seinen Saft. Das war das Beste daran. Sein Sperma zu schlucken. Sie liebte Sperma und mochte es, darin gebadet zu werden. Aber in der Arbeitszeit waren solchen Spielchen natürlich nicht möglich.Maren ging wieder an die Arbeit und ließ ihre Gedanken schweifen.Maren wusste, dass in der nächsten Zeit Personal eingespart werden musste. Sie wusste ebenso, dass sie nicht zu den Besten ihres Fachs gehörte. Sie war bestenfalls. ..the luxurious yarn making them feel even softer. Unzipping my jeans , she released my swelling cock from its denim prison. I didn’t want to let go of her wonderful tits, but she slipped past my grip as her wet mouth sought my turgid member. My hands held back her hair so I could watch as her swallowed my shaft. I liked to watch. I also liked to hold her head, controlling the action as my hips pumped into her talented mouth. A strange sound. My head snapped up. . Wanting to have her close, our skin touching. I wanted to be so close that I could feel her heart beat in every inch of her body, feel her skin breath against mine. The moisture of her perspiration running down my skin…it took every ounce of strength that I possessed not to take her right there on top of the bunker. I had to remember that we could still get caught…and being as we were not married…it would mean a lot of trouble for the both of us. She looked at me with a faint glimpse of worry.