Craig as some company with him

Leslie was returning to there table when closer she got to there table, she could hear the muffled, wet sounds of lips working flesh. Craig lounged in their booth, his head tipped back against the leather, Leslie couldn’t believe her eyes Craig looked like he was getting a blow job from under the table. As Leslie slides into the booth next Craig she pulls up the table cloth to see that Craig has one hand tangled possessively ilin an older woman’s silver-streaked hair as she knelt between his thighs. The thick curve of her hips strained against her pencil skirt, her manicured nails digging into his thighs as she took him deeper, the obscene *gluck* of her throat vibrating through the room.

Leslie was in shock to see it was the assistant older thick lady that helped them out at the lingerie store the other day sucking her husband fat cock and she was doing a very good job of it.

Leslie’s breath caught in her throat as recognition flickered through her—the same plush lips that had recommended the lace thong now stretched obscenely around Craig’s cock, the same manicured fingers that had handed her the vibrating bullet now kneading his balls with practiced hunger. The woman’s pearl earrings glinted as she hollowed her cheeks, a droplet of spit sliding down Craig’s shaft just as it had dripped onto the lingerie counter when she’d leaned too close.

Leslie’s nails dug into her palms as she watched Craig’s smirk widen, his fingers tightening in the woman’s hair. *“You invited her?”* Her voice was velvet-wrapped steel, throat tightening around the words as the woman—*the saleswoman from the boutique*—moaned around Craig’s cock, her tongue swirling over the flushed head before sinking back down.

*“Yes, my dear,”* Craig purred, his grip tightening in the saleswoman’s hair as he locked eyes with Leslie. *“She’s coming home with us tonight. So why don’t you get down there and help her out with my cock?”*

Leslie’s breath hitched—a sharp, indrawn sound—before her lips curled into something slow and wicked. She stepped forward, the damp lace of her thong clinging as she knelt beside the older woman, their thighs brushing. The saleswoman’s lashes fluttered up, her lips still stretched taut around Craig’s length, a thin strand of spit connecting her bottom lip to his shaft.

Leslie’s fingers tangled in the saleswoman’s hair as she leaned in, her tongue flicking against the flushed head of Craig’s cock just above where the older woman’s lips stretched. A shiver ran through the saleswoman’s shoulders as Leslie’s breath ghosted over her ear, warm and teasing. *“Slow down,”* Leslie murmured, her own lips brushing the woman’s earlobe. *“Let me taste him too.”*

The saleswoman moaned, her grip tightening on Craig’s thighs as she reluctantly pulled back, leaving his cock glistening and twitching between them.

The saleswoman’s breath came in shallow gasps as Leslie’s tongue traced the flushed vein along Craig’s shaft, her lips closing around the head with a soft, wet *pop*. The older woman shuddered, her painted nails digging into Craig’s thighs as she watched Leslie’s mouth work—slow, deliberate strokes that left his cock slick and trembling.

*“That’s it,”* Craig murmured, his fingers tightening in Leslie’s hair as he tilted his hips up, feeding himself deeper between her lips. The saleswoman whimpered, her own mouth hovering just inches away, her tongue darting out to catch the glistening pre-cum beading at the tip.

The saleswoman’s throat fluttered as Craig’s fingers twisted tighter in her silver-streaked hair, forcing her lips back onto his throbbing cock with a wet, **** gasp. *“Swallow it all,”* he growled, his hips jerking upward as his release surged hot and thick down her throat. Her manicured hands scrabbled against his thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in the fabric as she choked—eyes watering—but obediently gulped every pulse, her throat working around him with practiced, greedy swallows.

Leslie watched, her own lips parted, breath coming fast as the older woman’s mascara smudged with tears.

Leslie’s tongue flicked over her own lips, still tasting the salt of Craig’s skin as the saleswoman finally pulled back, throat working with one last shuddering swallow. A pearl of cum glistened at the corner of her smudged mouth—Leslie caught it with her thumb, pressing it slowly between the woman’s parted lips, watching her lashes flutter.

Craig exhaled through his teeth, his fingers uncurling from their hair as he leaned back against the booth, the leather creaking beneath him. *“Clean him up,”* Leslie murmured, nudging the older woman’s chin toward Craig’s softening cock, still glistening under the low light.