I asked if this wouldn't be better if we were on the table? He let my cock slip from his mouth and stood up in front of me. I reached out and rubbed...the front of his scrubs, sliding my hand along his hard cock. I suggested that it might be better if these were off as I untied the string. Because of his hard cock they didn't fall, so I tugged them down letting his cock spring back up. I took it into my hands and gave it a firm tug. We moved over to the table and I laid on my back as he. It looked like a penis, but the shaft was covered in nodules. At the base was a big, fat suction cup, which I did not understand why it was like that, and there was a horned shape curving up and out. There was a smaller one on the opposite site. It looked like a grotesque cactus. Conveniently packed with it was a pair of AA batteries too.My heart pounded hard against my ribcage.I should dispose of it.I should, but I didn’t. I wanted to figure out what to do before I did anything rash, after. The guy's cock kept popping out . Judy would do that iconic female gesture, to me, as feminine as unsnapping a bra, and with a flick of her wrist, have the gentleman's cock right back inside her. She did that little action so quickly, with so much subtlety and grace. I thought, watching her: "It makes my mouth water, it fucking makes my mouth water to see that...'Judy was under some bright lights, and the guy's cock was big, wet and shiny, the way uncut dicks get. When he finally shot, his. En-route to the second pit, my mouth delayed on his chest as my teeth nibbled on both of his nipples. As I did so, Christos’ trembling body began to shudder with excitement. After finally dispensing with the other armpit, my head moved downward as my tongue licked his hairy torso before encompassing his knob. At this point, Christos was shaking so animatedly, that I was afraid he was about to fall over. Clamping onto my head, however, he steadied himself before solidly face-fucking me.Christos.