"Please suck his dick! I bet it..."

Your eyes about melted out of your head between the message from Sam, aka, The Redheaded Fuck Slut, and the mind crushing blow job Jane was giving you. On your first date. In public, hell, in a crowded restaurant, no less.

You found your hand tightening in Jane's hair and you pulled and shifted your hips until you felt her lips locked around the base of your cock. You touched her phone, more because your hand twitched with an **** twinge of pleasure than anything else, and your finger hit the screen and kept it lit up.

That message fragment was still there, your eyes barely able to focus as you tried not to cum. Fuck was Jane good! She started doing the fucking for you; this was no gentle blow job, this girl knew her way around a dick, which only made sense considering she knew what it was like to get head and what felt good from that.

Another fragment came on, "fuck my pussy is soaked, want to..."

God, these fragments.... Edging you closer... This sucking has already gone on forever. Has it been 30 minutes? 30 seconds? You're not sure, but Jane is about to get an appetizer, and the temptation to see what these messages are about...

And then another message "Your Redheaded Fuck Slut has sent a picture"

Fuuuuck