LIGHT  LUNCH

                  After a light lunch and heavy conversation, we went to your place for drinks and such else. Once inside, without another word spoken, sexy you knelt unzipping me. Making me shush, I stood as pipe pointed right at you eyes too eye. I was rock hard instantly, as your warm hand stroked the length of me. After your soft swirl of tongue, butterfly kisses were planted along shaft like gorgeous you invented the business. I groan your sweet name in baritone as you massage saliva into Love's muscle. My balls got jealous until free fingers fondled. Not messing up your hair, I ran my hands over your scarf, thrusting my hips as you took me deeper and demandingly. While you gag we both moaned and I wanted to cum so bad, but wanted this too last so badly. You, not caring about my out cum bobbed faster, pursing lips tightly. Your soft juggling ball fondling was driving me insane. As I rewarded pretty you, I bellow while you suck the life out of me, you taking every drop. I had too sit, knees got weak. You tell me "It's your turn" and I smile. Grabbing the sexiest of hips I hotly tongue honeypot up, out, in and down until you shook violently with the first of many. I shoot my tongue deep French kissing honeypot, robbing all your juices. Quivering wildly hot honey poured down my throat, Mmmmmmm. Witnessing I'm solid again back in your mouth I go, like you were off too see the wizard. Working me for more cream. Sucking hard it took awhile and jizzing my second time by your dominance, it was worth a light lunch and heavy conversation.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                             Sir Lancelott