Самокат Larsen "Girl"

Christ! He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split at its tip. Sitting there on the edge of the hotel-room couch, Don Larsen, flexed his buttocks and watched the dark brown of the call girl's head moving and bobbing up and down below, seeing that she was simultaneously working her nakedly trembling buttocks in little gyrating circles as though she wanted to be taken from behind. She was completely unclothed save for the black garter-belt and stockings and high heeled pumps she'd left on after an impromptu striptease a short while before. For a moment Don wondered if Carolyn would do such a thing to him. He'd never dared ask her, but just the thought that his wife might be persuaded to do such a thing sent additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins. He, too, had stripped, when it was clear that Gloria would not leave until something happened, and when she'd noted his hesitancy to touch her, the bold brunette had pushed him down on the sofa and started it, kneeling between his legs, sucking his half-aroused cock until it was ablaze with desire ...»