Give her balls a tongue-bathin' (Worship balls)

Taking action, you lift up the heavy, floppy shaft with one hand, high enough to give you leverage on the balls underneath, gripping onto their underside with your other hand and feeling their hefty weight in your palm. The woman on the other side seems to give a small, content grunt at your eventual touch, satisfied enough to stop scolding you and go back to her phone call. You ignore the shaft for now- focusing your senses on the weighty cum-containing orbs underneath. They're perfectly shaven, with the smallest hint of perfume. You grip with your one hand and feel the pressure back they exert on your hand- god, her balls are full! Must've been a stressful week at work, you smirk.

With your tongue stuck out, you lean forward until it makes contact with the surface of her balls, taste-buds blessed with a slight tang of sweat and the pleasant texture of her smooth, groomed gonads. Long, savouring licks go up its curvature, bringing your quickly salivating tongue away with each height, before moving back down for another go. Her cock twitches impatiently. You don't mind taking it slow for now- you're not so certain she will be so appreciative in this passionate worship. Latching your mouth to the side of one of the swollen sacks, you can feel the viscosity of the load within pressing back at you. Her phone call becomes a barely noticeable background noise as she rambles on- so much so, that you can't hear her barking at you for several seconds at least-

'Hey!', she calls, the sound just about registering enough for you to open your ears- 'Hey, skank!' she barks again. You stop, showing that she has your attention- 'I didn't ask for the spa treatment! Pop that fuckin' cock in your mouth and let me get my nut already, I already told you I'm running behind!'

You withdraw, wiping escaping salivation with the back of your hand as she continues to complain at both you and her phone.