She looked into his eyes, bit her lip, and said, “Let’s go.”Brock was right. The backseat was far roomier, and they were instantly pressed again...st each other. And almost immediately, his hand was rubbing the fabric over her pussy. Nisi wondered if he noticed the heat emanating from it. She shifted in the seat and spread her legs for him. It felt even better. She’d stopped responding to his tongue as his fingers distracted her. She then felt him pull down her zipper and fidget with her shorts. She had taught herself to swallow all of me, which, given my rather larger than average size took a bit of doing. She always did it slowly, to give herself time to get used to him, and the effect was knee-trembling. No need for words or comment, she could tell how close I was and she decided to help me along; fingernails scratching behind your balls will do that and it definitely had the effect she was seeking. Several great surges and spurts left me clinging onto a chair to keep upright as. Fine. Whatever. If they were half as hot as Gary was then that was fine with me. Getting back to his flat was fine, although I was a bit wary of where I'd parked. He said it was fine, that nobody'd touch it as I was with him. It wasn't the nicest group of houses and flats, but I have to say that I'd been in worse. As soon as he unlocked the front door I could smell … well, I guess that the only way to sum it up was 'man'. Sweat, old clothes, deodorant, a bit of damp. A strange combination, but. It felt lazily delicious, the afterglow of the spanking having engorged the area and as her crisis hit her, she was thinking of lying over the Captain’s knee, of him touching her there, of his rough scent and raised eyebrows and dark-voiced authority. ‘Ooooh, yes, Sir,’ she whispered into the pillows. But seconds later she was furious with herself. What could she be thinking? She had to get away…make up a story…but the pleasuring had made her even sleepier…and the rocking and swishing of the.