Mark pulled away slightly, his cock flopping out of her mouth. He knelt there while she licked him clean, taking every salty, creamy drop into her throat and smacking as it oozed into her stomach.
"You sure like dick, don't you!" he said.
"Urn huh!" Tammy answered, licking the underside of his shaft.
"In that case, you're really going to like what I've got in mind!" he said.
"What are you going to do?" Tammy asked. "I'm going to fuck you like a bull!"
CHAPTER THREE
"How can. I ever repay you?" Tammy asked.
The young man looked at her and smiled seductively: "Oh, I can think of several ways, right off the bat," he said.
Tammy blushed beef red, but laughed in spite of herself. The whole situation somehow seemed ridiculous. She had locked herself out of her car, and there she stood, holding a giant mushroom pizza, feeling like a total idiot. And then he had appeared, carrying his own pizza out of the restaurant, and saw her. He had managed to unlock the door with a coat hanger after a few moments, but he seemed in no hurry to leave now that she was in her car.
She looked up at him and blushed again. There was something about him that was so charming, she felt like laughing. Perhaps it was the twinkle in his blue eyes, or that easy smile, she didn't know, but what she did know was that she liked him.
He was slim, his body like a distance runner, or a tennis player, long and lithe, graceful as a cat. She had noticed his hands especially when he was unlocking her door. They were ribboned with veins, covered with pale blond hair, and she had shocked herself with wondering what they would feel like, stroking her breasts.