Recommend Blogs: MR CAMELTOE am fully aware that he is enjoying this as much as I when I see the firm, pink head of his cock peeking at me from under the table. My eyes are automatically drawn to it, but he doesn't get embarrassed. In fact, he leans forward in his chair so that I can get a better look. I rise not believing that I am behaving in such a way, but I have to taste him. I have to. I take him into my hands. It takes both to hold him. He sits back knowing that this is his lucky day. I squat my wet pussy right onto his foot and begin by licking the head of his cock. I am teasing him, but both of us are enjoying ourselves. He pays me back by flicking his toes in and out of my moist mound. I am pleasantly surprised with the sensation. I start to work my mouth toward my fingers which are encircling his huge cock. I squeeze with the rhythm that his toes and my tongue have started. He is purring like a kitten. He takes my wet hair into his hands and helps to quicken the pace of my mouth on his tool. His breath is coming in short gasps, and I know I soon will be showered with the hot, sweet juice from his manhood. I am dripping and one of my hands has let him go and is now rubbing the swollen knob just inside my lips.
