Kayla and Tracy

“Sure hun!” Tracy said as she let go of Kayla’s dick, dodging to avoid it
hitting her face as she slid under the table. “I just can’t wait to get
the cream out of this foot-long hot dog of yours.”

“Uh, you know that’s a bad porn line, right?”

“C’mon, lighten up!” Tracy said as she playfully slapped Kayla’s thigh.
“Now bend over. I gotta get to class.”

Tracy slid herself between Kayla’s legs, then reached up with her mouth to
stretch her lips around that thick pole. Closing her eyes, she reached up
with her hands and started to milk that thick shaft with her hands as she
sucked. Feeling it begin to throb in her mouth, she started stroking
harder, slowly dialing down her sucking until her lips were lightly wrapped
around the shaft just below the head, her tongue playing with the pulsating
glans. Above her, she heard that telltale groan, and her eyes smiled as
she felt the hot liquid hit the inside of her cheeks. With each shot, she
gently swallowed, feeling warm as she swallowed every drop that flowed into
her mouth, After slowing to a trickle. She licked up and down the shaft,
nuzzling it a bit before gently removing the last bit of semen on the tip
with her tongue.

Tracy sat there under the table, enjoying the moment, when something told
her to reach in her pocket and check the time on her cell phone. “Oh
shit!” Tracy said. “Gotta get to class!” She gave Kayla’s dick a peck on
the tip, then scrambled from under the table onto her feet. She ran over
to the couch, slug her backpack over her shoulder and headed out the door.
“See ya after classes K!”

“See ya!” Kayla said, still sprawled out over the table. She reached over
to her cooling cup of coffee and took a sip before finally noticing how
cold the table was on her nipples. She propped herself up on her elbows
and slowly nursed the java in her hand. “Ah, what a wonderful life I
live,” she said to herself as she looked out over the view.