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Of course Richard didn’t know or care about any of this girl’s issues. As far as he needed to know, she was hot and he enjoyed her mouth and the muted slurping rising from his lap while she blew him. He was nice and hard when the waitress brought their orders and Tom had already cum once in his girl’s mouth. The three guys continued a friendly brunch conversation while they ate, occasionally punctuated with a slurp from under the table or sigh of pleasure while each male enjoyed the warm, wet female mouth servicing them. A few times one of the guys would talk to the back of the bobbing head in his lap with a simple order. ‘Deeper, faster, sloppier’, or just drop a hand to the back of her head and push her down farther or guide her rhythm. Richard was really enjoying the slut polishing his knob. She wasn’t just trying to get him off or keeping him as hard as possible for as long as possible. Her blowjob was gentle and surprisingly relaxed. Her lips and tongue were causing a steady wave of pleasure to emanate from his crotch and he didn’t feel that need to hurry up and cum like usual. She made him feel in control of his own orgasm. Like he could choose to cum or just kick back and relax into her mouth for the rest of the day. When the guys had finished their meal, each guy had cum at least once with his fluffer swallowing immediately. Richard had pushed his own girl’s head down all the way on him when he was ready to cum and she had submissively let him. When the guys had paid the check and were getting ready to leave their girls climbed out from under the table, thanked them for letting them blow them and asked if they wanted their numbers. Tom and Harry said no, but Richard had enjoyed his girl way too much to let it be a one time thing. When he asked the raven haired beauty with the massive rack for her number and name she had been visibly surprised.

“Really?” she’d asked and Richard had simply nodded and smile while pulling up the dating app on his phone Fuck Her. Essentially a contact gallery scrapbook, the Fuck Her app allowed you to save pictures to a person’s number. Most of the pictures saved were of course nudes of the contact in question. The micro-bikini’d fluffer introduced herself as Missy and recited her number for him. When he asked her to pose for a picture, she’d pulled the cups that had barely been holding back her huge jugs down and smiled coquettishly while he snapped a few pics. When he walked out the door, he made sure to give her ass a nice slap.