“Yes,” he whispered. Gay porn I let a little bit of spit spill over my lips and onto his cock.It was slicker now with my spit, and I was able to move my hands up and down his shaft rapidly. “Are you—holding back?” I asked.“A little—” he confessed.“Why?”“It feels good.”I giggled and kept stroking. He looked around briefly, then spoke softer. He wasn’t as thick as Bron, but just as long, and with a slight curve. He lifted the receipt. I held his cock close, looking up at him, holding the tip against my bottom lip. “Do you mind if I get your number?” he asked sheepishly.He fucks me so hard I am left gaping and dripping with cum—and still is nervous to ask for my number? I tossed my purse on the desk and looked at my phone. Pizza had never tasted so good.“I am so late now for work,” he said.“Sorry about that. It has to stay between us.”“I promise,” he agreed, setting down the pizza box on my desk. I looked down at the condom, broken and scrunched against the base of his cock.
