Even as the head of his cock slipped into her, he held back from a final push. “Do you want a seat?”
“Sure,” he said replying to her and looking through the diner. “I am here already,” she said, her voice flat. His observation surprised him. “I’m the only one in as the owner at the moment. He didn’t know. “None of that now,” his father said, ruining the moment for Jacob. Tears rolled down his face. The road, even with traffic, felt freeing to him. His cock throbbed in agreement. “What are you impatient for?”
“Sex mostly, but moreover I now have been given a way to clean up the streets.”
Jacob closed his eyes once more and allowed himself to enjoy the sensations. “None of that now,” his father said, ruining the moment for Jacob. Then, not knowing what else to do, he pushed his cock against the membrane of the sac. “Sweet tea hon,” she said with a smile. Jacob knew then that she was ripe for the taking. Jacob felt that it meant she only called on him for sexual things. Warm wetness engulfed his cheeks as pussy lips slid across his face. “Would you like dessert?”
“Do you have pie?”
Her face slightly reddened, and Jacob knew that the influence of whatever hit women when touching him worked.
