Kneeling

“To be honest,” Tyrone said as Abbey watched his cock hardened more, “kneeling down in front of me holding your tits together like I’m about to spray you.”

Abbey laughed, “Wow, you really are not afraid to just say these things are you?”

“Worst that will happen is you say no,” he shrugged.

Abbey smiled, “Will you send me a copy? I would love to show George.”

“You mean it,” he sat up, “you are seriously considering it?”

“George said I should give you a pic and that it would turn him on, so, why not?” she told him. She stood up and knelt on the grass. She put one arm under her breasts, lifting them slightly. “Like this?”

Tyrone stood up, his cock hardening further and Abbey licked her lips. It looked tempting, reasonably thick and reasonably long without being too big. “God, that is hot,” Tyrone said.

“Well, are you going to take a picture or not?” she asked.

Tyrone grabbed his board shorts and quickly pulled his phone out to take a couple of snaps. “God, your tits are incredible.” Abbey laughed but didn’t say anything. “Can you poke your tongue out like you are about to be plastered?” Abbey opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out to act as a target. “God, one day, I would love to see you covered in my cum.” He said after taking another couple of pics.

Abbey smiled up at him, “Well, maybe you should have asked for a picture of me plastered in your cum.” She said as she stood up. “Too late now, though.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek, her breasts pressing into his chest.

“And are you suggesting that if I had, you would have let me cum all over you?” he asked as Abbey felt his cock pressing against her belly.

Abbey shrugged, “George said I should give you a pic you really wanted so, maybe.”

“I’ll remember that for next time,” Tyrone replied. Just before he pulled away, he leant in and softly kissed her lips.

Abbey moaned at the touch, “There might not be a next time,” she said, “but we will see. Now we should finish our wine.”

She lay back down, and Tyrone followed suit, his cock no longer lazy, ran up his tight stomach to his belly button, Abbey could see a pearly drop at the tip against his dark flesh. “Looks like you enjoyed it.”

Tyrone looked a little sheepish, “Maybe a little.”

Abbey reached out her hand and slowly ran her ring finger over his cock head, and he moaned. She then lifted her finger, wedding bands shining at the base of it, and sucked the whole length into her mouth, so her rings sat at her lips. “Hmm, sweet, and has a nice mouthfeel.”

Tyrone groaned as his cock throbbed. “There’s plenty more, any time you want it,” he said.