"Let's sit in the back row . . ." And you licked your lips slowly . . . and my cock twitched, and began to get hard again . . .
As we walked into the theater the lights dimmed, and we grabbed some seats in the back row. I looked around and saw that the small crowd in the theater was concentrated in the first half of the seats-good.
The previews began their attempts at seducing the minds of the audience, and at the same time you began to unzip my pants, and slid your fingers inside my underwear to grab my hard, thick erection.
With some effort, you managed to pull the bar of hot iron out of my underwear and into the cool air of the theater. You took a quick scan of the seats around us to make sure nobody was looking, and then swallowed my cock in one swift gulp.
As the head of my cock entered the lower regions of your throat, and then passed your adam's apple, I tried not to moan loudly, and at the same time keep an eye out for ushers and late comers entering the theater.
Instead of sliding up and down my cock with your mouth, you kept me trapped deep inside your throat, savouring the length and thickness of my cock filling your mouth. I gripped the armrests of my chair in an effort to keep myself quiet, and wondered at the fact that I had just fucked you in the ass in an elevator, and yet you were sucking my cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world-it made my cock even harder, if that was possible.
I suddenly had an insane urge to bury my face in your pussy, and I tried to lift your face up off of my cock-your teeth locked down onto the base of my cock in resistance, and I almost came from the pain and pleasure of your teeth digging into its base.