I reached for her willing head and eased it back to my swelling cock, “Okay Fran do your thing”. NOW!!” I demanded. “Once several years ago, when my macho husband was home, I was with a frien…. She licked down at the wrinkled skin of my sack, feeling the balls in it jiggle and bounce as her tongue pushed at them. Earl packed his gear and left. I was seated on the right half way to the back. “I neverrrr ware them onnn horny days!”
“Sopping fucking wet!” My pants tangle my feet. “Shit, oh shit, that’s good,” I moaned as her head bobbed up and down my heat seeking cock. “Yes you’re right I live close could you follow me?”
“I’ll stay close”. – Not an old horny drunken friend of the bartender in need of a masturbation tool, be it lips or pussy – and even longer, if ever, since she’d sucked one so huge and thick.
