He had not seen her in two weeks and was not allowed to cum without her. And now that he was here with her she still wouldn’t let him cum - he liter...ally wanted to cry. Now she was sucking his cock - actually sucking it; something he would never have dreamed to aspire to. Her soft lips and warm mouth made him shiver and shake. His cock was oozing precum - it had been oozing for quite some time now and he was afraid he would explode any second. “Please…” he begged through gritted teeth, “Please. I was sweating like crazy while trying to enjoy my dinner but she kept stroking faster and faster, I tried my hardest not to cum but I couldn't hold it anymore, as I was cumming I coughed to try and cover the fact I wanted to let out a moan but I wouldn't let myself. Andrea pulled her hand out and said she needed to use the restroom, her mom with her face still looking at her plate eating mumbled an OK. Andrea looked at me and smiled as she got up I saw her hand and it was completely covered in. His cock in one hand and in his other was his cellphone videoing me. That cock looked so delicious. I could not stop myself I got on my knees and moved towards him. As I did I realized my bra was off. I don’t even recall taking it off.He didn’t stop videoing. But he did watch me as I took that black rod of flesh from him and stroked it myself. Beads of sweat running down my body. My skin was almost as wet as my pussy. I was too desperate to go slow. I took him in my mouth and worked his thick. They looked sturdy, beneath the baggy and faded denim. The rest of his pale, putty body was slouched a little, like a fat man on a couch. He seemed to achieve in the vertical what most people achieved in the horizontal. A fat man sleeping upright in a field of corn. Forever. The pole he leant against sang in the breeze. Each time the wind passed by, it hummed a note which somehow hovered between tunes – a strange half-note which fitted nothing. A sound emitted by something which could never.