The fabric of his blue jeans separated and I could see the tip of his cock extending over the top of his underwear. I wanted to taste his skin so badl...; I tugged his zipper the rest of the way, spread his pants with my fingers, pressed my cheek against his excited mound and exhaled a satisfied sigh.He slipped his hand under my chin and lifted my head so our gazing eyes could share a look of pure desire—a feeling of warmth throughout our bodies which were already burning with anticipation. As he. I can still see the steam rising from your body, the droplets running down the middle of your chest. I lick my lips as I want taste each droplet. I watch you as you pad towards the bed, the white towel covering that delicious cock. I take off my clothes and let them drop to the ground as I walk silently over to you, ripping the towel from your body with a satisfying snap."Hey, What the..." I move between your legs and lick you from the inside of your right knee all the way to the outline of. They both looked at her and whistled. She'd done her hair up in a complicated braid pattern and was wearing just a bit more makeup than she normally wore to work. On top, she had on a sleeveless blue pullover. It was thin and her nipples, and the piercing bars, were easily seen; as was the outline of her breasts. Ken thought they looked a bit firmer in that top than when she wore nothing. Her skirt was several inches above the knee - or rather only a few below her pussy. It was black and he. I don’t remember but I must have called him back because he turned with a grin on his lips and slid his pants down until his dick sprung up, hard and erect. Over the last three years I had twice played being a prostitute and what I learned then told me that Mike’s dick was about average. He was probably a couple of inches longer, maybe a bit more than Paul was, but tiny compared to my ex and minuscule compared to his friend Ahmeed. I‘m comparing dicks like a size queen. Don’t misunderstand, it.