You recognized the hunger in my eyes before I even said anything. "Nice shirt", you said. I smiled. Before I could thank you for the compliment or reciprocate – your stockings, for one, were absolutely stunning – your hand slipped downwards and grabbed my crotch. "Nice cock, too." You were already halfway done with opening my shirt's buttons when I refound my voice: "hello to you as well, darling."
My hands found their way down to your tight little ass and grabbed your cheecks onder your skirt. Stroking my rapidly growing erection you moaned as my middle finger teased your butthole through your panties. You beat me in the race down south and by the time I had opened the remaining buttons of my shirt, you had unbuckled my belt and were kissing the head of my cock through my boxers.
Yanking them down you discovered my cock in all its glory, throbbing with anticipation. I grabbed a handful of your hair in one hand and grabbed my erection with the other, shoving it in your mouth. You devoured it, licked the shaft, kissed the head, caressed my balls and took it in as deep as you could while rubbing your clit at the same time. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes, but you kept sucking me right until I waas ready to blow.