Streams of hot cum went straight down my throat, they were thin and watery but he must have shot at least 7 or 8 solid jets. I hadn't tasted cum this ...trong or 'fresh' before, it was bitter and took me by surprise, I hadn't expected it to have such a deep flavour. After his initial shots had finished I swallowed and could feel him dribbling the last drops on my tongue. I took his cock out of my mouth and cleared my throat. Looking at his cock he was still twitching, still hard as a rock and I. I push every last inch into my mouth. I hear him gasp out slightly; I begin to pull him out, letting the popping sound of the head of his cock echo the room. I run just my tongue from the tip of his cock down the underside of him, slowly working my way down to his balls. I keep my eyes on him, watching his reactions. My mouth has reached his balls, and I lick them lightly. I let them get wet enough before I suck them into my mouth slowly. I can feel his balls fill my mouth; I stroke his cock. And I’d been sneaking hopefully subtle glances at her cleavage the entire ride as it was. She unbuttons one more button, and now I can tell for sure there is no bra. As she moves the mirror back I can see her left nipple exposed. Large areoles, warm pink. I’m in trouble and try to think of my wife. But my body has other ideas and I can feel the swelling starting.“What kind of place is this?”“This kind of place, my eyes are up here.”“Sorry.”“No, I’m sorry. I need a favor, can I trust you? Eyes. From the moment I opened my apartment door, things went downhill, and fast. Now, here I sit in the park, losing my apartment, very likely losing my job, and tonight’s big date with my crush from work was canceled. Damn.“Well, that’s enough moping,” I say to myself as I get up off the bench. “I might as well swing by the post office on my way home. Maybe they’ve got some boxes I can use to start packing all my shit.”As I walk along the path, heading up the hill to the parking lot I dapperly.