I figured she didn't want that, and I knew I didn't.I figured she didn't want that, and I knew I didn't. This was just too good. It had to last as long as I could stand it. I've never been good at thinking about baseball or icebergs, especially when I am having my cock devoured by an incredibly wanton female. Just one of those things, I guess. God, it felt good. It wasn't my first blow job or anything, but the first one where the girl had showed any enthusiasm. She sucked my cock like she really wanted to make me come. I was getting a little too close to actually doing that, so I put my hands to her head and tugged gently upward. She looked up and me and smiled, her lips glittering in the darkness. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. She broke away from me after a moment and slipped her zipper down, and then her jeans. She was wearing tiny black panties and those came off too. I made a movement to pull myself over her, but she stopped me without a word. She moved over me, a knee on each side of my legs, leaning over so that her tits pressed against my chest, her head bent down to my shoulder to avoid bumping into the roof of her sports car. |