The phone chimed again. Black porn Sucking gently as his erection died away, resting along the length of her tongue. Below, the morning rush hour was subsiding. He was getting close to coming. Jack. On her right was a screen showing a digital clock, the drum and wedge numbers, and a counter that read 21. She recoiled backwards into the corner. “Don’t. A few trains sporadically disgorged flocks of office workers running late, followed at a more leisurely pace by those starting a shopping day. It was fully erect now. The counter changed to 22. A mechanism in the stool moved him forward so his pelvis and thighs were squeezed against the curve of the cylinder. * * *
They threaded their way between drums ringed by executive types and the well-to-do. She sucked it in through her lips and looked up at the camera, opening her mouth so the management and all the net pervs could see what she had. An expensively tailored pin-striped crotch filled the gap. He had kept texting the entire time.
