"Judy that was unbelievable. I can't believe you've never done this before!" David exclaimed, starting to wipe off the sticky beads of cum that laced his penis and my tongue.
"Stop! Let me clean you up," I said, walking over to him. My lipstick was written all over his dick. I didn't care though, he was single and didn't have a prying, suspicious wife to question him about why his penis was red with a possible different shade than what she had.
I take about 4 of 8 inches of his cock in my mouth. It still had that salty tang, from a few minutes when he ejaculated. I slide my tongue up and down his lovely long pole. My breasts are still out of my bra and top. I clean up his mess with my chest and let it dry on there so I'll have an exquisite icing dessert after my tea (yes, I can actually lick my own breasts).
"Mmmm, fuck me Judy with your juicy firm breasts," I do as he says, my boobs swaying with every motion. I fuck him with my mouth as well to make it slide easier on my chest. This is beginning to turn me on all over again. I love this. I have to go. Damn it, I tell myself. Dad will be here in five minutes. I'll stroke David off this time.
"David, it's almost 4. Let me give you a quick hand job and I have to go meet my dad. My god time flies when you're having fun!"
He looked slightly disappointed but he seemed to understand. He knew what I was thinking. I didn't want to end this for the world. I speeded up my pace on his penis, his moaning getting gradually louder until his cum shot out onto my jawline. "Wow! A woman's never made me cum that quick," he said, surprised and satisfied. He kissed me and licked his cum off of my neck. "Not bad," he smirked. "You taste much better though." He kissed me again. "Now run off miss, I'll probably see you on South Street time and time again. He continued to kiss me as I put on my bra and it didn't help me.
I needed to go, but I wanted to stay so much. I kissed his lips and ran my tongue over them. I rubbed the back of his neck and those cute little ears. He was so soft, his tongue did not shove its way into my mouth but lightly knocked on the door, the passageway to my sex and passion. I kissed his hand. "'Twas a pleasure, sir. I shall see you another time I'm sure. Keep an eye out for me!" I winked, my lipstick messed up. It was too, the shiny covering on my cell phone acted as a very good and accurate mirror. I walked with my head down, the font of my hat pulled low over my eyes but I needed to see the bloody traffic. I ran across the crosswalk, taking all my chances and soon I smelt the cheap formaldehyde in the nail salon when I first enter the shops.