I take you deep, my tongue never still as it caresses the sensitive ridge of your head. Your body almost comes off the chair with the need to thrust a...d I worship you, bent before you, drawing out your passion until it is almost too late to stop. But I do. Your fingers turn white with the pressure of holding onto the arms of the chair, the need to wrap your fingers in my hair and press me to you great. I lick and nibble, occasionally drawing you deep, but only to keep you on the edge of sanity,. Unless you want to brag you got a blow job from some random MILF and leave who it actually was out of it. We're going to a college, and other parents are visiting, so it'd be plausible." No, that's alright, Katina, but thanks for the offer." You got it." Do you want to tell me what that was about, though? Was it just because I have a crush on you?" I don't know honestly. You were just resisting to talk, and I just did it. I have no real defense than that you pressed my buttons and made me act. Soon she raised her head and looking him in the eyes said, ‘you know, you haven’t asked anything in return for yourself.’ As she this, she let her hand stroke his chest and stomach, coming close to his waistline and the hardness that lay just below. ‘I don’t want to make you do anything that you don’t want to do,’ he replied, meaning every word. As he looked back into her eyes, he felt the love swell in his chest and he finally understood the phrase, ‘love till it hurts’. He cradled her face. As a result, her body is well-toned, and retains the curves that caught your eye in the first place. You know that her breasts are naturally a b-cup (34B). The natural part was discovered as a result of your insistent exploring on your third date, when Jess, true to her usual form, bluntly unbuttoned her blouse about halfway and gave a half-smile before saying that you could hit a double. You remember being honestly taken aback at her twist on the sports analogy (she is a rather rabid sports.