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    Johnny came up, wiping his mouth and looking at her with glazed eyes. She was sitting up in front of him and she urged him to stand. When he did, his hard throbbing knot was just inches from her mouth. Biting her lower lip, her shaky hand went to his jeans and pulled down his zipper. The sound was amplified in her ears and the small room. He followed her movement and groaned loud as she released his hardness from their confines.
    Her small hands wrapped around his velvet shaft, stroking the long member in her hands. She was unable to stop the comparison, to wonder how the slight curve of his cock would feel inside of her. It got thicker in the middle and the very last few inches curved upward. Her insides clenched hard and she closed her eyes for a moment before she added another hand to touch him. Squeezing the head and then popping it into her mouth, Johnny wrapped her braid around his hand and pulled her closer.
    “Yes Meeka, you feel so damn good. Just like I knew you would.”
    Johnny was lost in the moment, watching his own long piece slide in and out of her mouth. Her jaw widened as the thickness spread her soft lips around him. The sight was almost as good as the feeling, so his eyes were held in rapt attention. Meeka never took but a few inches in at a time and while he wanted to grab her head and slam forward, he knew that he couldn’t. He had to close his eyes to his sinking length to hold onto his loose controls. He wanted more and then he felt what he had always dreamed about.
    Meeka’s boss had always been obsessed with Meeka and more than obsessed with her chest. A self-proclaimed boob man, he had spent many days dreaming about sliding his fat meat in between those beautiful brown mounds of hers. To even get a second in her mouth was almost as good. Meeka had never given him the time of day, even when he had first started. She had snubbed him and he had gotten mean. Johnny had even convinced himself that she was a hardened man-hating lesbian, but that was obviously not true when he saw her with Rick. There had been a hot stab of jealousy as he had watched the two kiss, he had wished more than anything that it was his lips that she had chosen. So to have her there then, sucking on him was perfection in Johnny’s eyes.
    She pulled him out of her mouth and looked up at Johnny’s face as her hand continued to stroke his meat. Meeka moved back and held her heaving breasts together in her hands. Johnny did not need any instructions of what to do and was quickly sliding his earnest length between her globes. He made a strangled sound and grunted as the tip came through the top. Meeka bent her head down and captured the tip in her hot mouth.
    Johnny was in heaven and his large hands covered hers, manipulating the balls of flesh to tighten around his thrusting member. The spit from the mushroom head made his sliding easier and he was soon ready to come. His strokes were shorter and Meeka could tell that he was close to an end. Instead of moving back, she suckled in the head of his cock and bobbed her head on the several inches that she was privy too.
    “Oh Meeka. You feel so good baby. I can’t stop it.”
    His words were punctuated with several shots of hot, salty release. She gagged slightly on the overwhelming flavor and swallowed down his seed. Johnny grunted and moaned against her, his hands squeezing hers. She sucked the head until he had to push her back from the sensitivity. Meeka wanted more but the man was completely depleted. When she realized that she was not going to get him inside of her, she started to get dressed, searching for her discarded panties on the carpeted floor.
    “Wait, where are you going?”
    Meeka looked into his eyes and she could tell he was hurt that she was leaving. While he looked close to unconscious on the bed, Meeka was primed for more and she planned to go home and finish herself off. There was already the nagging guilt inside of her for being with him, pleasuring