I take a quick look at my hair and makeup in the vanity mirror (I guess that’s why they call them “vanity” mirrors?) and when I’m satisfied everything is in place, I step out of my car. His dick is tenting in his shorts. He’s a stud and judging from that bulge in his shorts, not like he couldn’t make me happy. One I had a hold on his man meat again, I started working it down towards my pussy. Once his cock slipped out, I felt like there was this big void inside of me that opened up all of a sudden. This young thing came to the door only wearing shorts. Such a different change of pace but very welcome after what I had endured for the last 20 or 30 minutes. I looked up at Chris, his eyes looking down at me as I struggled to accommodate his dick in my mouth, a big knowing smile spreading across his lips as I worked feverishly, spit running down his shaft slicking up my hands as I worked them up and down. I grit my teeth and groaned so loud, I just couldn’t hold back anymore. I started to lose it.
