Mouth

Standing in front of him in a black lace bra, tights and a matching lacy black g-string, her red dress crumpled on the floor at her feet, Samantha looked at John and pouted her lips.

'So, shall I put that back on or...'

"No. Come over here, get on your knees for me."

She did as he asked, kneeling down in front of him, as her eyes met his she slowly reached out her hand and undid his zipper. Her other hand deftly slipped inside his trousers, pushing aside his underwear and grasping his hard cock. Gently, Samantha pulled the throbbing dick out of John's pants and admired it from her vantage point on the floor.

The end of his cock was hovering inches from her nose, she slowly started to jack him off with her left hand, but managed only a few strokes before she could stand it no longer and in one swift motion engulfed his entire 8 inches in her wet mouth, gagging slighty as he entered her throat.

Samantha moaned softly as she slipped her right hand down the front of her tights and into her thong, slowly rubbing her own clit. John could already see a small damp patch soaking through the front of her tights but he was soon distracted as Samantha's left hand moved from his shaft to cup and fondle his balls, the sensation was incredible and he knew he wouldn't last very long now.