Milking

gfe phone sexOur first date? Of course I remember. It started with you, me, and some whiskey sours out on that dance floor and ended with me bent over the tailgate of my truck, screaming your name into our old silo. Nothing could compare to the way you, softly at first, started to let your hands wander over my firm ass. The look in your eyes was almost innocent, peering around the bar to see who had noticed. Your cock tenting your drawers told me otherwise.

I knew you were nervous. The way you couldn’t meet my gaze gave it away. Nothing is more delicious to me that a man who needs me, but is just oh so shy. I grabbed you by the hand, and strode right out the door. Swinging up into my passenger’s seat, I let you drive. And while you shifted, and merged on to the main street, I was doing a little shifting of my own. I popped your cock out of your jeans without an issue, and gave you a nice long lick right from you’re hip to the tip.

It wasn’t long before you were having trouble holding the wheel steady, and panting my name. At this point my tight little cunt was dripping wet, my fingers playing over my clit. I took a pause, just long enough for you to get control of yourself. I had you drive into my daddy’s cornfield, and park by the old Silo we played.

I batted my eyes at you as I leaned across my bench seat, taking your bottom lip between my teeth. And then I was out of the truck, bending myself over the tailgate and dropping my pretty little skirt all at the same time. By the time you realized what I wanted, I was already presenting myself for you. I swear you almost came when you pushed side of me. Lucky for me, you got a quick recovery. And I milked you all night long.


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