The feeling of skin on skin made us both tremble and he felt slippery with sweat. I locked my ankles to keep the contact all the while his fleshy hot ...anly tongue ravished my cock. My cock juices no doubt adding to the wetness. Sweet daddy mouth on tasty younger hard cut cock. The sensitive area just below my cock head was getting all the vibrations it needed as he lapped, licked and sucked to give me as much pleasure as I could take. Fucking hell, I wanted to scream with sexual joy at mouth on. That was how it was done here, boats full of fish were constantly coming and going, but one time per year all of the men would go off on one major job.On the day I arrived, a large cargo ship pulled into port. I stood there watching as dozens of men with dark skin exited the craft. As they walked past me I snapped a few pictures. They all seemed to be speaking different languages.I spoke to a few of them who walked past, "How long was the trip?" "Are you glad to be here?" general questions like. But this would be too vulnerable. Too exposed. Too wanton for someone else to see. It took her a minute to even process the idea.Wordlessly, the teenager acceded to their encouragement. She closed her eyes. After a long pause, her hand moved slowly, timidly to her sodden sex.She was subtle and self-conscious for the first minute or two. The audience was intimidating. Gradually, the sensation of touching her clit commanded her attention. She forgot the watchers. Hannah could only recognize the. He said, “Boy, 2Xist, is not a jock strap” take that off, and go commando instead.The doorman looked me up and down. I started to tell him the story and he held his hand up. He asked if I knew it was dress code night, and leather dress is strictly enforced. He called another guy to watch the register as he escorted us to the little shop in the back. . He told me to take off the singlet. I stood there in the red mesh N2N jock strap, and saw me getting aroused. He said rather than send me.