As I licked her fragrant cunt, I undid my pants and pulled them down, freeing my rampant cock. Belinda’s face was not beautiful, and as far as I was concerned, that was her saving grace. She licked my mouth, my face, loving her own creamy juices. I was hard as a rock, of course, but I managed to maintain myself until after lunch—which was with my parents!—when we took a quiet walk in the woods and she fished my aching cock out of my suit pants and milked me to a pulsating, satisfying orgasm, my rich white semen pumping out onto the footpath where we stood. Her skinny little legs would open, my horny little prick would rise, and we would be at it again. My gasps of ecstasy, the dark stain down my leg and the musky aroma which filled the car left no doubt what had happened.
