As he asked me a few more inane questions he slowly and deliberately ran his big brown eyes from my feet to my neck only stopping when he reached my heaving chest and nipples that were sticking through the thin material of my lace bra and cotton top. It was difficult to tell how old they were as every male between 10 and forty seemed to dress and act the same in this part of London and very few of them actually worked. As I read my book I sensed them looking at me and after a few minutes the ball came bouncing in my direction. Still resting on his arms and hands as if he was doing press-ups the muscular youth fucked me for another minute or two until I couldn’t stand anymore and was coughing and struggling for air. Without thinking I grabbed his shaft and hungrily fed it into my mouth so I could taste his sap.
