I reclined in the armchair, legs over each arm, slacks thrown in the corner of the room. I savoured the salty taste of cum, deposited by a thick cock down my throat. Spillage dried on my bra and tits. The cock's owner lapped at my box. I could hear the gross slurps as I felt the tongue worm into me. I looked up and met Gerry's eyes. He stared down at his best mate, eating the lunch I spread before him. "Hi, sweetheart," I...