tsgirlfriend: “Delia, honey. I-I don’t think this is a good idea. Somebody could see us.
tsgirlfriend: “Delia, honey. I-I don’t think this is a good idea. Somebody could see us.” “Jon, we’ve been through this before. You know since we got engaged, I don’t wear panties unless I feel like it, which is mostly only when we’re going out somewhere special. And since I don’t wear panties, you have to take care of anything that might, ahem, come up, that is, unless you want to walk through the park with a girl who’s sporting a bigger hard-on than yours. Now, down on your knees. Time to please the pink princess. Make her happy and she’ll become small and meek again. Otherwise…” And with that implied threat, she flexed her crotch. Her long, thick cock throbbed impatiently under her short dress. Finding myself cornered in an inescapible situation (again), I came closer and slid my hand behind Delia’s neck, pulling her closer for a sweet kiss… or so I thought. “No time for that! Not many people come by here, but it’s not completely abandoned, you know. Down on your knees and get to work!” Despite feeling that I’d been harshly rebuffed, I obeyed, slowly sinking to my knees between her creamy, white thighs. Delia quickly stuffed her cock into my mouth and immediately began pumping in and out, her thick cock stabbing impatiently at every corner of my mouth and throat, searching for the warmest, wettest, softest place to deposit its load. And then she found it - her sweet spot. Delia grabbed my head, holding it exactly where she needed it. Then, her hips moving almost imperceptibly back and forth, she unloaded a huge load in my mouth. Wave after wave of her warm goo rushed in, making it hard for me to breathe, as I struggled to swallow quickly enough to keep up with the flow. Finally spent, Delia somewhat abruptly pushed my head away from her crotch. Humiliated, yet still acting on the suckle training she’d enforced on me, I slurped along the entire lenght of her thick cock as it slid through my lips, draining every last drop of her precious juice. Delia looked down at me and giggled, enjoying seeing me with a mouthful of her cum, as I tried to work it slowly down my throat. “Jon, honey, say it again. You know I never get enough of hearing you say it, especially when your mouth is full of my cum.” I willingly obeyed and gurgled, “Lelia, ill ew arry ee?” -- source link