My fingers seem to glide against your shaft. It always surprises me, when I think your cock can't grow any more, I feel a surge of blood and there's j...st a bit more of you to satisfy. I do like to run my tongue around the edge of your head, barely touching you but sensing the intense pleasure it gives you. I'll hold your tip with two fingers while I lick down the shaft, maybe give those balls some attention. What do you say? My head nestles up against your groin, giving me easy access to flick. She looked over her shoulder, giving Susan a poisonous glance and then the door banged behind them.Dennis spun Susan around. "That's a good idea. We're going home right now ourselves." He took her hand and pulled her through the gathered crowd.Susan, just about sobered by the slap and what she had witnessed, followed meekly. As Dennis fumbled at the door, she looked around at the sea of faces that were all watching her, mostly with amusement."Oh, shit," she moaned. She had just made a complete. Your fingers go into my mouth for me to suck clean. I start playing with your tits. Fingers out of your mouth. You reach behind yourself and guide me into you. Lying on your side. Facing the mirror on the wardrobe. Me kissing your cheek as my first inch enters you. You grind in circles. My cock against your G-spot. Just stirring your pussy with me as I slowly push deeper. One of your legs goes up. I’m pushing deeper. You reach behind your back, grabbing my hair. We manage to kiss. Faster. I’m. I lay still, remaining low until she was well gone, and natural sounds returned. One sound remained however, the rushing sound of blood in my ears as my heartbeat raced, out of tempo with the calm beautiful night. I rolled over onto my back, and glanced down at the wet sticky patch in my shorts, closed my eyes and smiled. My libido was re-awakened and it felt good. I returned home after briefly recovering my composure, and headed straight for the shower, dropping my shorts into the laundry.