The wet sounds were small, but he was sure they were deafening.
Heat climbed the inside of his thighs and settled in the base of his spine, and it was too late to stop it, and his face had to stay calm.
He gripped the cloth in both fists beneath the table's edge.
He thought about arithmetic.
He thought about how the grumpy teacher of class C Toren landed such a hot wife.
He thought about anything except the soft, hot pressure of Nellie's mouth.
Her lips were tight. Her tongue was soft and wet.
She took him deeper, and the tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat.
She made a small, wet sound and kept going. Spit ran down his length and over her knuckles. Her other hand rested on his thigh, fingers digging in when she swallowed.
The waiter, showing no sign of leaving, took a napkin from his cart and began folding it into a fan with great care.
Lor came.
It hit hard and without warning.
