Tracy began slapping his now semi-erect c**k against her open and outstretched tongue, making a loud sound. She smacked the gargantuan black beast across her face, 'smack,' again. She got the idea from Wallace yesterday. Tracy thought it was nasty. She knew Jim would be hearing these sounds from behind his computer, but also had the sad thought that it was physically impossible for Jim to make those sounds using his own d**k.
She realized that she was, at least in a small way, replicating what happened the day before at Wallace's. Tracy had finally worked Harry's c**k up to full erection. Harry loved how Tracy played with his d**k. He had no idea where she came up with some of the s**t she did to him. He honestly had never seen a woman play with a d**k like she did. It was an instant turn
