" You rolled your eyes, although I'm not sure whether in pain at the level of humor we had just displayed, or in pleasure as I wrapped my hand around your cock and began to stroke the length of it." You rolled your eyes, although I'm not sure whether in pain at the level of humor we had just displayed, or in pleasure as I wrapped my hand around your cock and began to stroke the length of it. After a minute or two, I began to stroke your balls with my other hand, and you began to moan in pleasure. When your moans began to peak, and your balls tightened up into your crotch, I released you. "Hang on a second. I know what you'd really like." I turned you around, pushing you to a sitting position on the edge of the planter I had been leaning against. I figured that way your body would help block what I was about to do from anyone in the restaurant. I dropped to my knees in front of you, lifting your cock to point straight up. I leaned against you, pressing your cock between my cheek and your stomach. "Gotta get it nice and warm. Don't want you to get cold-cocked." The groan that followed that line was definitely one of pain. Still holding your prick upright, I kissed the tip, and then ran my tongue across it along the groove under the head. I took the tip in my mouth and began circling my tongue around it. |