To be beckoned over with those fingers, still curled and wrinkled from your drenched pussy, and instructed to kneel between your legs, to worship at y...ur altar and be offered a taste from your extended hand, taking both digits between my lips and savouring every inch of the sweet and savoury nectar they bring as I draw them to the back of my throat, to be handed a preview of just how good you taste, would cloud my senses, stoke the fire and make me impossibly hard. To inhale you deep, to run my. Did you cum just from me sucking your breasts?”Suddenly, my skirt was hiked upwards to hang loosely around my waist and I felt the cold air against my wet and hot area that was now fully exposed. He pulled my underwear all the way down my legs and off in one swift motion. Without the fabric to restrain the wetness inside of me, I felt my love juices slowly spilling out of my private lips onto my thighs, making me realize how wet I have been all this time.“No more…someone might come in…” I. Knowing that I made him cum using my ass like a girl and now using my mouth to get him off, I felt complete. I didn't know how much more he could take before he would come, but he just kept going. The rougher he was with me the more I could tell he enjoyed it and was getting closer to his limit. I let him smack my face a few more times and I knew this was getting him to climax, and without thinking I took my finger and put it up next to his asshole. He didn't jump away, he just kept fucking my. We walk around the mall, mostly window shopping, and just getting to know one another. After about two hours, I offer him to come to my place. I even offer to make lunch. He can’t and doesn’t resist. We take our own cars back to my place, him following me. Back at my place, Chris and I continue to chat as I make lunch. I’ve always enjoyed cooking for someone else. It is nice to be able to cook for someone, again. Though, I notice while I’m cooking, Chris can’t take his eyes off of me. It makes.