Her hand traced his erect cock through his jeans. His cock was askance, and his ball sac bulged visibly beneath the material. She could feel his fabulous balls, plump as two fat juicy plums beneath her digging fingers.
She unbuttoned the front of his tight jeans, and pulled them partially down, and could immediately see he was wearing a pair of white Kalvin kline boxers, which revealed his taunting manhood beneath the material. She could barely breathe. Was all that to fit inside her. Mmmmmm. She had had many men inside her over the years... but this one... he took the cake.
She pulled the elastic away from what was trapped beneath it, and his cock dwang'd forth, like some otherworldly flower, and was now standing, glaring and purple-red above the elastic of his boxers. She ripped them off. Her hand went directly to his ball sac. OMG she loved how they felt. Heavy and swilling with his man juice. She moved them up and down as though she was weighing them. She was always in for the feel. She leant over him, and took one juicy man plum in her mouth. She sucked it. Sucked it again, and again. The loose skin around it pulling taut. She looked up at his face, because he had moaned, or was it groaned at the pleasure he was receiving.
She so wanted to bite into those testicles. She bit delicately into the fleshy sac, her teeth entrapping one man oyster, and drew a speck of blood. She ran her pink tongue from the base of his balls, up his stiff shaft, and over the shiny head. 'Sweet Jesus,' he moaned. Inside she smiled, at the power she had over him. She licked the slit of his pee pee hole, and coated his cock head with her slippery saliva, then placed her mouth over his cock, and her mouth slipped back, and forth, over the glans, eager for her devouring.
Suddenly he stood up from the couch, and pulled her panties down to her ankles, and tipped her upside down, her juice-wet cunny in his face. She gripped his cock in her mouth as he began to 69 her. Pleasure was too simple a word for what they were feeling now. She was sucking his cock as if a snake full of venom. And he had his tongue in her cunt, drinking from her well of honey. Suddenly the door burst open, and in walked the eighteen year old girl who was flatting with them.
She had come in to ask them a question about paying the bills, and did not expect them to be in this precarious position. 'Holy shit,' she yelled. 'I am sorry,' but did not leave, and stood their looking. 'Get your clothes off' the guy said, 'and join us.' She hesitated for a second, and began to undress. The man and the woman who were in their thirties, stopped what they were doing, and he put her down. Desert was in the room, and they would pop her cherries.
What beautiful tits she had. Tits like pears, with tender-pink, puffy, aureoles. Her cunt was meaty, and plump, and red, as though she had been sitting too close to a fire. Her body was tanned, and juicy, on the eyes. With approval from his female partner who was watching, the guy stood up from the couch, his slightly curved cock sticking out rudely before him. His balls hung heavy in his scrotum. He walked across the room towards the eighteen year old, and his cock wobbled, and toggled, before him. His hands went straight to her tits. She moaned seductively as he touched them, his fingers tweaking her erect nipples, that had turned cherry hard. His ever straining erection poked into her belly button.