I had my eyes closed up until now; don’t know when I shut them. I open them and look down. I look at the obscene picture we make. My fingers buried in his hair and his mouth buried in my cunt, moving this way or that, up and down. My thighs are open and his shoulders are jammed in between them. My skirt is somewhere around my waist and my blouse is all wrinkled and bent out of shape. But that’s not the most shocking thing. The shocking thing is that Zach, the guy who’s eating me out, is humping the air. His hips are moving and he’s kneading his dick. His pissed-off dick.
