The door swung open, there he stood. The door slammed behind him, what had he witnessed?
She was beautiful. Scrambling for her dressing gown, a startled expression plastered to her face, he stood silently, staring. What had she done? Why was he here?
He felt his body moving, what was he doing? He really should stop thinking with his penis… He shouldn’t do this. He strode across the room, she held her breath. “may I?” He spoke softly, she nodded in agreement. He reached out, teasing her. He fondled her heavy breasts, kissing them softly. They we’re perfect.
His penis was harder than a rock, throbbing, she undid his zipper and massaged the top gently, before bringing her toung down his cock, and licking his tender balls.
She traced her hand up and pulled back his foreskin, bringing her hand up and down. She brought her mouth over the tip, licking and teasing his peen. Increasing her speed she brought it to the back of her mouth and began to suckle it, in and out. He groaned in pleasure, he felt it twitch harder, and harder, before release. He cummed violently into her mouth, she swallowed it down.