Gretchen removed her hand from her shorts, letting Tom do the work. She leaned into his shirtless upper half, pressing her side-boob against the defined muscles in his arm and she spread her legs as wide as she could. They kissed, long and hard. This young beauty had just thrown a wrench in the gears of Tom’s marriage, but there was nothing short of Callie’s wrath upon awakening that could stop him now.
Tom breathed in Gretchen’s lavender scent as he pleasured the teen. She kissed his bare shoulder and upper arm, and when she reached over him and grabbed his penis that had grown visibly larger beneath his boxers, he almost ejaculated; this little one had a touch that he hadn’t felt in years. Gretchen rose and stood before her newly claimed firefighter. She pulled off her tee. As Tom stared at her pale, erect nipples, wondering all the while if he was the only man who had, his fingers slipped from her shorts. He held her slim waist, pulled her in and sucked on her tit. Her breast bulged in his mouth as his tongue massaged it. Gretchen ran her fingers through his hair, intimately holding him while he took what he wanted. He moved to her other tit, sucking hard and tight, wishing he could taste and devour mouthfuls of her youthful milk.
As he sucked, Tom lowered her shorts off her plump ass, down her thighs and dropped them to the floor. She was naked. Tom backed off her breast and kissed Gretchen’s chest about a dozen times; he licked her collarbone all the way across her shoulder, tasting her subtle perfume. He would have licked her entire body from head-to-toe if they’d had the time; she was that type of girl: flawless, every single inch of her. To his delight, however, she lowered herself to her knees, lightly yanked at his underwear until he lifted his weight a few inches off the mattress and she removed them. With the slightest hint of a cute, yet, naughty smile, she leaned forward and took his thick cock into her mouth.
As her head dipped onto him, Gretchen’s lips tightened around the married man’s penis, her tongue circled the tip, caressed down the length of his bulk, vigorously swiped back and forth, stretching down to his balls. Upon rising, her teeth, as light as the touch of a feather, slid from the base, up the long shaft and over the tip, delicately applying a gentle pressure along the way, small safe pecks to stimulate his cock, fattening it to its broad limit. The pretty girl sucked him off far more thoroughly than Callie ever had. Tom reached down and held Gretchen’s face, his strong hands tight against her flawless, smooth complexion, tight against both luscious cheeks, and when her bright gaze locked onto his and he nearly swam in those pretty green eyes, she moaned–long and low–the cadence in her tone vibrating over his leaking head, causing beads of precum to push out and smear against her driving tongue.
He watched her head rise and fall with her movements. Her fingers stroked his balls and gripped at his inner thighs. The sounds of her sucking, slurping her spit off his throbbing tool–sounds he never thought he’d hear from the girl–made her seem like a pro, and when his tip slid deep and repeatedly poked at the back of her mouth, she held it there, quickly bobbing on it, using her throat to knead the head; it was more than enough, enough to make his body clench, his dick jolt and spurt. Tom burst a gushing white hot load of thick semen into her mouth.