I Didn't Care

I didn't care who she was, all I knew is that her tongue felt amazing on the head of my aching cock. I hadn't said a word to her, and there she was under the table I was sitting at. She wasn't a bad looking lady, but I couldn't tell you much about her face, I spent most of my time watching her huge tits jiggle as her mouth slid up and down my thick shaft.

The library was nearly empty, so we where pretty damn lucky. Maybe she'd known that it would just be her and whatever guy needed to do a bit of reading, either way the second I sat down I noticed she was gone. It took her a while to get to me, I almost didn't notice the feeling of someone fumbling with my jeans because of how into the book I was. I finally looked under the table, and I was greeted by a pair of huge tities with hard pink nipples at the ends.

"Sorry," I heard her say, "I just need this." Then I felt her hand wrap around my hardening cock. I decided to return the favor and started to play with her knockers, either this chick was fat or she was blessed with natural ones like these. After about an hour I felt it, the tightening of my balls along with the urge to pull her up onto the table and fill her up.

"I'm close." I groaned, and all she did was suck harder, like a hungry slut. I gave her what she wanted, filling her mouth with my hot, white cream. I held her head down as I felt my cock jump in her mouth, her tongue lapping at the head, driving my wild. She kissed the head of my cock before crawling out from under the table. I didn't care who she was, but now I knew that I knew her.

"Same time next week, little b*o?" she asked. Who could say no?