Your next gush so enveloping my cock you must clean it before I return the favor of lapping you into a drinkable squirt, to which I have no choice but...to refill you with fluid from my cock pumped deep within you.Hearing how hard you cum from my descriptive oratory increases my own masturbation. Sensing your vulnerability at cumming for me before we even meet, I tell you how I too learned to masturbate by grinding; and still masturbate like that to this day. As I go on to describe my own journey. Mackenzie gasped. "How does it taste?" "You tell me," I said, standing up. With a mouthful of fluid I opened Mackenzie’s lips with my own. Her tongue tasted the mixture through my mouth while my tongue darted into her mouth. She broke off the kiss grinning. "Tastes good. I want the real thing now," Mackenzie said, grinning. I lay down on the ground and she sat on my face. "Oh so you want to do this?" "Damn right," I answered, not being able to see her face. I felt her breasts on my hips before. "Damn at the construction of that" he thought.He got to the front of the line and ordered. Moved down, received his food and then found a table near the middle of the room. After filling his drink, he sat down, looked up, and she was sitting a booth across from him. Her booth was turned perpendicular to his vision and he could see into her booth. Now he could see almost up to her hip of her right leg."Damn" he thought and looked away. Within seconds his eyes drifted back.Her face was just as. Fran pulled her hand away from her wet pussy and closed her legs."Leave you legs open." Fran left her legs spread as far as she could and looked away with her lower lip sticking out. The Coach reached over and stroked up and down her inner thighs coming very close but never quit touching her open hairless slit. Fran could only maintain her pout for half a minute before she was giving her Daddy her most seductive 'little girl' look."Pleeeeeeassssse Daddy." She begged. "I need to cum so bad it.