Hot Blog: BUSTYADVENTURES BUSTY ADVENTURES began thrusting his hips forward each time I stroked down. His cock came closer and closer to my face. I looked up and saw him watching me. I suddenly felt the reality of it. His daughter's best friend since 7th grade, on her knees stroking his cock, his wife and daughter asleep upstairs. Even though it seemed wrong, maybe because it seemed wrong, it made me wetter.
Just then we heard a toilet flush upstairs. He reached back and quickly turned the light off. We both froze and listened. There were footsteps on the stairs as someone made their way down into the kitchen. We heard the refrigerator open and close. I looked up and saw Mr. Peterson staring at the half open door of the den. Then I looked at his cock, my hands still wrapped around it, and I leaned forward and licked. Mr. Peterson jumped a little when I did this, and his full attention was returned to me as my inexperienced pink tongue greedily lapped at his cock like a kitten at a bowl of warm milk. His fingers combed through my hair and then he gripped my head and pulled my mouth forward to his cock. I had seen photos of women doing this and I relaxed my mouth and let him push the thick shaft in. Sucking felt so natural and I found myself pressing my face deeper and deeper, stuffing in as much as I could. The feel of his hands pushing at the back of my head was intoxicating. It felt urgent and made me feel wanted, special. We did this in complete silence, the fear of being caught seeming to heighten the arousal for both of us. When my mouth was as far down as I thought it could go, I felt him grip the hair at the back shake my head lightly. My throat contracted on his cock and he pulled out quickly. We looked at each other and without words, he plunged back into my mouth again. He pumped my mouth slowly and quietly until we heard footsteps on the stairs once again. He held me down on his cock and waited until we heard an upstairs door shut.
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