Grabbing my hand, he placed them over his thickness. I'm staggered at my inability to utter a word.

"You have no shame." finally finding my voice.

He laughs. "No. Do I have to beg Adela?" trailing feathery kisses down the side of my throat.

I rubbed my hands down my skirt, noticing the dirty. Frowning. My lip gloss could do with reapplying, my hair in need of a comb.

"There is no denying that you don't want me." sucking my flesh. My nipples poked out blatantly through the thin material of my blouse.

Yeah, he was right, unbuckling his belt. All rational thinking gone.

"Remove your blouse. I want to play with your breast while you suck me off." lifting his head

I eyeball him for what seems like an eternity, fumbling with his damn zipper, until it eventually slide down. His cock sprang to life.

I looked down. Darryl wore no boxers or briefs.

Closing my eyes for a just a second or two. I removed my top, unclasping my bra, tossing it on the floor. His hands came rough on my sensitive flesh. Taking his enormous cock in his hand, he pulled off a few pumps. My heart went into overdrive as precum splattered on my skirt.

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I gulped. Fighting the urge to lick the drop that landed on my hand. It was so thick, rich and unmoving.




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