Within seconds, my shorts and briefs were on the carpet. Her eyes inspected my sky-directed rocket, and mumbled, "Just like I imagined it would be: Long, thick, and steely-hard. Spread your knees, and let me check your tool up-close."
Agnes knelt between my legs. She tenderly fondled my ball sack and moved up to my shaft, finishing with gentle touches of the mushroomed head.
She whispered, "The skin is velvety soft. And your sack is nice and hairy. I won't torture you with prolonged foreplay and just suck you off. Long ago, when I used to fellate a guy, giving head aroused me as well..."
I chuckled, "Agnes, later, we can take care of this 'problem' together."
She giggled, "That is exactly the sentence I wished to hear. Now, women claim once you learn how to blow a guy, it's like riding
