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Slowly, she ran her tongue up the shaft of his now very hard tool.
“Tell him what a good cocksucker I am.” With that, she engulfed
him again, reaching out one hand to grab my hand. She placed it on
the back of her head and then reached for Marty’s to place it on
her head, too. He groaned.
I shoved her head down on him, and he soon had taken over, holding
her head in both hands, pushing his prick down her throat. In
seconds, he was bucking and humping her face as he filled her mouth
with semen.She intentionally held on to his prick with her lips
while she let some of the cum drip down her chin. All the while,
he’d said nothing but “oh,” “wow,” and “Lisa.”
She swallowed, looked coyly up at him, and said, “Happy Birthday,
Marty.” Then she looked at me and said, “I’m glad you didn’t go,
but you didn’t tell him what a good cocksucker I am, so I’ll have
to show him how wet I get when I have a hard prick in my mouth.”
She took his hand then, and pulled it under her skirt. I knew then
that she’d probably removed her panties earlier, when she’d gone to
the ladies’ room in the restaurant. “Sometimes it makes me so
excited that I come,” she said, “but poor Marty came too fast . .
. this time.” She smiled.
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