She rubbed the head of his stiff cock between the lips guarding her garden of joy. She guided his cock head to the entrance of her fuck tunnel. She he...d him there momentarily then let go of his cock.Kip slowly sank his very hard shaft into Myia. When he had sunk all eight inches into her he lay still, letting her get used to his length and girth. She raised her legs up around his hips and he began slowly pumping into her. As Kip pumped his cock in and out, Myia pumped back against him meeting. He looks down into her eyes, then his gaze shifts, watching her lips and tongue on his hard cock. She feels it throb in her mouth, as he moves his hips slightly, a little moan forming in the back of his throat. He watches his cock sinking into her mouth and enjoys the feel of her soft tongue, the way it teases the head and flicks at the tip. His hands move down, one on her shoulder, kneading, squeezing a little, the other on her head, running through her hair, gently guiding her into him. . She then thrust her mouth over my cock again and started to flutter her tongue along the side of it.That was too much for me. I grabbed her hair in my fist and called out that I was going to cum. Rather than pull back from me, she just started to suck really hard on me. I held her head down and felt my cock flex within the hot, wet confines of her mouth. My orgasm exploded within me, shooting throughout my body. My eyes threatened to close, but I fought to keep them open so I could still see. I fumbled for my Raybans and tried to look as inconspicuous as I could on as I passed the market stallholders. Turning back on to Wardour Street I finally plucked up the courage to look at my hand. There in 'black on white' was a PHONE NUMBER.The afternoon was a write-off. I complained of an upset stomach and sat for ages in the loo just staring at the back of the cubicle door. I left early and fled home.On the train I found myself pressing the back of my hand against my mouth. I thought I can.