Cindy knew well the words of Shakespeare, as they could have been:What a piece of work is cock! She knew that one thrust of his powerful hips would be enough to knock her sprawling to the ground, but she also knew that was not in his character. She did feel a little self-conscious about her medium-sized chest, but Rob had never issued a word of complaint. She felt a tingle in her pussy, driving her forward. Cindy cradled his head in her arms. The tingle had grown, it was now a surge of heat radiating through her. She watched, fascinated, as male energy drove through it, as this soft, teasing piece of flesh hardened into a rod that quickened the beating of her heart. “Just once I wish I could meet a guy who has the guts to say flat out that he wants me to suck his cock.
