When I put his hand on my head he grabbed my hair and pushed his hips up forcefully. I swallowed convulsively but couldn’t take the last inch into my mouth. He pulled me off long enough to take a breath then proceeded to face fuck me into a happy hazy oblivion. I was wet from him eating me out before I was even allowed to taste him but now I was soaking.
Earlier that evening we’d taken the tram back to mine and I hardly knew what to do with myself. I wanted to touch him somehow, to hold his hand but I couldn’t muster the courage. He told me he was hard and I couldn’t see through his coat but I could imagine what his cock might look and feel like, in my mouth or stretching out my pussy. Now I knew it was long enough to scrape the back of my throat and more. Wide enough that I was nervous to take him in my pussy even dripping wet.