She used her tongue and her mouth whilst her hands moved under her skirt and pulled down her panties until they rested around her ankles. She took hi... from her mouth and moved her right hand to his cock. She took a tight grip, but not too tight, and started wanking him, twisting and pumping. She kept her left hand for herself – she moved down to her kitty and shuddered as she ran a finger along her lips and around her clit. ‘Oh, girl,’ he moaned, ‘you’re good at this.’ The comment surprised –. To anyone who ever wore tight pants and tried to take your hard cock out while sitting, then you know the difficulty he was having. While he was trying to get my cock out, he unzipped his pants and took his limp cock out. He told me to stroke his cock. All this was new to me so I did what he asked and grabbed his limp cock and began to stroke it. Meanwhile, his trying to get my cock out of my pants had me on the verge of cumming. I told him I was going to cum very soon if he kept his hand on my. I loved having this effect on him. “Awww” he said softly as he began to stroke his shaft. I continued to suck on the head of his cock, not wanting to stop, when he held his cock in his fist and pointed it straight up. With a soft touch on the back of my head guiding me, I pressed my face into his balls and between his hairy legs. I kissed and sucked his sensitive, huge testicles, almost overwhelmed by his manly scent and my burning desire. His moaning increasing, he pulled away from me and. But as his eyes darted around the kitchen and he spotted me a look of overwhelming guilt passed, however briefly, over his face. He recovered in an instant and went back out to the party without even speaking to me, but that look was unmistakable. And the only reason he’d feel guilty was if this wasn’t the first time. Suddenly the kitchen was too warm, the voices of the catering staff too loud, and my feet were heading straight for the back door. The brisk air stung my face and made me take a.