Terry wondered suddenly if he was a little kinky. But she realized it was too late to stop so she licked a finger and got it wet with her saliva and then rubbed it up and down his fuckpole.

"Use your nails!" he said.

She scraped her long sharp nails lightly up and down his fuck-stick.

"Harder!" he said.

"I don't want to hurt you," she said.

"Don't worry about that," he said. "Do it."

She was becoming convinced he was flaky, but did as he asked. She dragged her nails up and down his pulsating shaft and watched as a gush of whitish cream oozed out of his piss slit.

"Squeeze it," he said and the horny secretary gripped his cock-root and squeezed hard.

More cock-cream oozed out of his pisser and ran down onto his shaft. Some of it trickled down onto her hand and she had a wild desire to lick it off.

"Suck my dick," he said and the turned-on brunette's heart pounded.

"Now?" she said, thrilled at the prospect of tasting his spunk.

"Of course, now," he snickered. "Here, get between my legs on the floor. Go on, honey. Suck my dick."

She slipped down onto the rug between his legs and lapped her tongue over her hand. He laughed when she licked up the jism clinging to her fingers.

"When you're through licking your hand you can start on my prick," he said.

She blushed and opened her mouth wide. "Like this?" she whispered, lashing her tongue over his juiced-up gaping hole.

She led the base of his dick and fluttered her tongue back and forth over his pisser. He grunted his approval and held his hands around her head in a vise-like grip as she saturated his cockhead with her saliva.

She tried to plunge her tongue into his piss slit and licked hungrily on the flared rim under his knob. She giggled nervously as she held his cockshaft and rubbed her moist lips over his cock-knob.