He doesn't have a drink

Once Greg finished his burger, he sat back, satisfied.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" you ask.

"Mm-hmm." he nodded, smiling.

"But I noticed you have no drink to wash down your meal." you say.

"Uhh, no." he said, looking up at you, "It's all soft drink anyways."

"Well what if I told you that the secret ingredient in your burger also doubled as a drink?" you respond, massaging your hardening cock.

"Uhh..." he glances down at your public display, "I mean, it tasted good, but I don't think-"

"Greg," you interrupt, "you need a drink. The secret ingredient tasted so good you need more. All you need is to suck it straight from the source."

Greg sat for a moment, before he panted a little. He looked at you a little desperately.

"Can I have a drink." he asked, slightly hoarsely.

"Right here!" you announce, releasing your dick.

Greg dropped to his knees, instantly taking your dick in his mouth. The man instantly began sucking like he was a straw. He jerked the base of your member furiously.

"A little gentler, try taking more in your mouth, focus on tonguing it more, ah, no teeth, oh, there you go." you groaned, guiding him through.

Greg quickly became an expert cocksucker, looking up at you as he nursed your rod. He bobbed on your cock as you gently guided his head. To the rest of the world, this probably looked like a casual conversation between two men. However, no one could see the frantic daddy trying to make a young man cum down his throat.

"Mmm," you groaned, "you're nearly there, mate."

Greg looked up at you, keeping contact as he **** himself to take you down to the root. His eyes watered, but he remained defiant. It was all too much. As his facial hair and your pubic hair made contact, you unleashed a serving of "secret sauce" down his gullet. You moaned, holding his head there as you rode out your orgasm. Finally, you released his head, as he flung back. He coughed, tears streaming down his face. However, he was quickly back on your dick, sucking the last remnants of cum from your twitching member. Eventually, he pulled off, sitting back in his seat.

"Fuck, that was good." he told you, grinning ear to ear.