Sorry Sir. We Got Distracted.

"I can hear you two making out with each other," the new man says through the wall, "And as breathtaking as it must be to see, I can't. So how about you get to what you're here to do? I didn't exactly come here for a distracted hand job..."

Rachel giggles first, pulling back from me and turning to his cock again with a mumble, "Of course, Sir. How silly of me."

She parts her lips around the thick head of him and I watch, transfixed, as she spreads obscenely around him. Her beautiful features are strained as she struggles to take him in but dammit she does. Not a lot, but the sight is truly astonishing.

"Come here girl," a voice from back at the first hole calls out and, when I turn to look I see an eye staring unblinking through it at me.

This probably violates some rule of things, but I'm not going to fine him for it. With a smile I point at myself and he chuckles.

"Of course, girl," he says, "Who the fuck else would I be talking to? Your friend there is clearly too busy."

With one last glance at Rachel doing her best to satisfy I turn away, sliding over to the hole and opening my mouth.

But it isn't a cock that comes through. It's his finger first, pressing in against my tongue and pushing it down to the floor of my mouth as if he's testing me. I do what I think he wants, the only thing I really can do. I close my lips over it and suck.

"Oh fuck," he says, "Such a good young thing. So young too. Come a little closer, darlin'"

I scoot a bit closer and he pulls his finger from my mouth with a pop. His hand moves quickly down to my breasts, squeezing first one and then the other while I shudder at the indecency.

"You got nice firm tits there, girl," he compliments me.

Blushing, I reply chipper and cheerful, "Thank you, Sir."

"The good lord doesn't deserve girls as good as you," he drawls, "But if you're here and so eager, who am I to deny fate?"

He withdraws his hand and I pout, wishing I'd gotten a little more. That's until I get something more than what I could have wished for in my wildest dreams.

The cock that comes through the hole is glorious. The man is clearly old but his erection looks like it's carved out of wood. So thick and so very intensely throbbing. A bed of wiry gray pubes at the base of it but I'm only really wishing I could find out what it would be like to bury my nose in them.

And I'm willing to give that a good shock.

I have a chance, too. He's by no means the biggest guy I've had today. Not little, but not overpoweringly enormous like the monster Rachel is currently **** on right now.

And though I can't pin down a single thing that stands out, I can say that the whole package of him together is just gorgeous. Like I didn't know cocks could be gorgeous, fuck I didn't even know cocks could look good. And I figured if girls were going to drool over it, then size alone would be a factor.

But I'm wrong.

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