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A Sexy Day in Suburbia | Jeriah | 7

 

"Oh...?" You let out a surprised little gasp, waiting just long enough for the silence not to become far too embarrassing on the poor man in front of you. Cutting him off before he can start stuttering his apologies again, you then pull your head back and look down at the floor in faked shyness, letting your eyes rest on the open magazine by your side. "I... I see, Mr. Wood... What a fitting punishment for my stupid behaviour...!"

"W... wha...?" He mumbles as you glance back up at his face again, meeting his wide eyed stare while grabbing the hem of his trousers and gently pulling them down over his hips. With his fat cock springing up from it's confinement, you can barely keep from smiling again as you think that he's also got such a fitting name for carrying around a piece of such impressive equipment...

"Is... is it enough just to do it on my face, Mr. Wood...? Just like the girl on the picture...?" You wonder while he quickly tries to cover himself up by grabbing hold of his massive erection, watching him become even further confused by your question and his hand to start trembling so much that it's almost involuntarilly jerking him off. "Or... do you want me to help you as well...?"

"Wha... what...?" He just keep stuttering and staring down at you as you slowly start unbuttoning your pajama top with one hand while letting the other stay lightly resting on his bared thigh. Seeing your full young breasts coming out into open view, he grips his throbbing cock even harder and gives it a few tugs seemingly just to ease the pressure while trying to comprehend what he's seeing and what you're saying. "N... no, Joy... Wh... what are you...?

"No...? Are you sure...?" You ask him with an almost pleading little look on your face, finally letting go of his leg and instead running your hands over your voluptous chest. Just the sight of you gently tugging at your hard nipples is quite enough to keep the poor old man rooted in place in front of you, and you can see the persipiration running freely across his face while you lean in just a little bit closer. "I mean... the very least I could do is give you a hand, right...? I've been such a bad girl, and I really want to make it up to you...!"

"Uh... huh...?" He lets out a quiet and questioning little grunt while just barely managing to meet your eyes with his nervous own, still just staring and seeming completely unable to move as you lean even closer. He can't really get any more shocked by now, and the only thing jumping is the cock in his hand as you caress it's purple head with your warm breath.

"So... are you sure you don't want me to help...?" You whisper up at him, your soft lips now just in front of his fat manhood while you keep his eyes locked with your own. The desperate and indecisive look on his face almost make you start laughing once again, but you manage to keep your calm while letting just a little bit more seductiveness sneak into your sweet voice and far from as innocent words. "But... you still do want to let go, right...? Just like they do in your magazines...? Just spray your thick cum all over my face and tits...? Wouldn't you like to do that, Mr. Wood...?"

The poor old man only manage a low and inchoherent groan now as he stares back into your upturned face, his fist slowly starting to move up and down his massive hardon as if with a will on it's own. The jerking motions makes his fat cockhead bump into your soft, parted lips with every downstroke, and as you make no motion of moving away you're soon rewarded with a first taste of his salty precum...

 

Well, should you help whacking that piece of wood after all, or...?


          You let him help himself, to your sweet little face.

          Mr. Wood can't hold on anymore

 
 
 

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