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"A" Blowjob

A beautiful figure silhouetted against the light of porn.

That's a memory that'll stay with John to his grave. As will the image of the busty blonde waitress lightly pulling the door closed behind her sultry swinging hips to once again surround him in the soft haze of lust, before silently dropping to her knees and crawling the last few aching inches to his throbbing cock.

John watched in awe then moaned in lust as this complete stranger began slowly running her tongue from his balls up the underside of his tight shaft, the flat of her tongue learning every bump and pulsing vein before rocking side to side as her tip met his. She once more teased the shaft, dragged her tongue back up agonisingly slowly, then engulfed his swollen head with soft luscious lips.

Her beautiful sparkling eyes locked onto his, and with her succulent lips wrapped around his shaft and a perfect suction, the blonde beauty bobbed her head on John's cock.

This was heaven. John stared transfixed as more and more of his rock hard cock disappeared suck by suck into that amazing mouth, bathed in a halo of hardcore porn-flesh still streaming from the cubical. He was already near the edge, and she seemed intent on keeping him there locked in pleasure - he had written "long sensual blowjob," how long was this babe's "long."

John put his hands behind his head, took in the porn, and was just relaxing into the pleasure when a noise from outside the cubicle startled him aware. The bathroom door from the shop had been opened with some ****, and in the next second, his own cubicle door slammed open.

John made to react to the intruder, half-standing with his hands partway to defending himself, but all he did was put himself in perfect position.

Someone **** to piss had charged in with their zipper already down, and their dick already out.

That dick was now in John's mouth. And John could feel him growing.