Now put your head in my lap and suck on that cock." As I sucked his long cock he pushed four fingers in my cum soaked cunt and pounded me hard. "Yes, ...baby. Suck that cock hard and deep. Run your tongue over the head then take it deep down that throat. I want to feel my cock go down your throat as you suck it hard. You are a great cock sucker." He then grabbed my head and began ramming it up and down on his cock sometimes holding it deep in my mouth then letting me take a breath. It didn't take. We talked as if we had known each other forever, with no awkward silences or miscues. We didn't dwell much on the current crisis, but our conversation carried us everywhere, leaping from one subject to another like a word association test on steroids.We talked about literature, and she revealed a fascination with poetry: Wallace Stevens and Emily Dickinson, an unlikely pair indeed. I mentioned my own fondness for Pablo Neruda, and recited "Tonight I Can Write," for her. We talked of politics,. She had always received compliments for her looks and was blessed with beautiful features, a slim physique, and blonde hair. It didn’t matter to the men when she was married, she would have been a trophy fuck to be boasted about in the lunchroom. Now that she and her husband, Tom, had divorced, the skin hounds showed up in numbers.“I feel embarrassed showing so much skin in front of a man I just met. It’s just like wearing my bra and panties in public, except I’m showing more of me.”“I’d walk. . yet Lucy layered the snaring pleasure...till the prick begged her to stop...“Oh fuck you, you slut...careful...I want it...oh shit...no...yes...no ...no...yes... you bitch...orh...orh”Then she squeezed his shaft and spat on it and took his erectness fully and deeply in her mouth...then eased his stick in and out...Cam realised she was u*********sly in tune with the rap beat...and it was getting faster...shit her mouth was quick... as speedy as the foul mouthed rapper...Of course Jonesy was.