Amateur Indian Striptease

“Did you want me to strip?” “Nah, not necessary. Just a nice relaxing BJ if tha’s alright.” “Your wish is my commend.” She leans across his lap and took his cock between her lips, using her hand to massage his balls and the base of his shaft to get him to full hardness as she worked the tip with her mouth. He seemed to be in no hurry to finish and she was happy to work at a leisurely pace, feeling some of the awkwardness of the last couple of weeks ebb away as she carried out her duties. Angus sank back into the striptease couch with a satisfied sigh, either watching TV or watching Tegan work, she wasn’t making regular eye contact so she wasn’t sure where his attention was at any given moment. She occasionally took him deep, his fat shaft reaching the back of her throat, and held him there for awhile before resuming a gentle bobbing motion. Occasionally she felt him tense and his shaft flexed in her mouth but she gently eased off until the twitching stopped, happy to make this last indian until Angus indicated otherwise. Tegan’s mind wandered as she blew him, thinking about how technically he still owed her a favour and wondered what she should extract from him. Ultimately she had had some petty revenge at the glory hole by making him watch as she mounted a stranger’s cock but the deal ran beyond that, and she wondered what she could extract from him in exchange. She was struggling to think of ways to sexually dominate or humiliate him that would not affect their lives outside the house. As her jaw started to tire she decided to move things along and began focusing more of her attention and suction on the head of Angus’ dick, hoping to coax him towards finishing. He raised no objection, apparently happy to go with whatever Tegan had planned and she could feel him flexing in response to her more focused efforts, his balls tensing under her soft palm. Abruptly, Angus placed his hand on the back of her head and forced her head down. She let out a gagged grunt of momentary protest in surprise, but he held her in place and tried to relax as he urged his hips forward, trying to fuck her throat. She was reminded of her last meeting with Trevor, though with Angus comparitively lacking in length and girth he did not meet the same resistance that Trevor had. Then as she felt the first burst of semen shoot down her throat she heard the front door opening and let out a muffled protest as Angus groaned with satisfaction, another healthy pulse of spunk tickling her tonsils and draining away down into her belly. Tegan pushed against Angus in a panic and he obligingly released her head causing her to tumble back onto the floor as she overbalanced, sitting askew as she looked up to the door in horror to find Brandon and Yeong inside the doorway with looks of shock and confusion across their respective faces. Brandon looked to Yeong apologetically and she looked up at him searchingly. Tegan ran the back of her hand across her chin to find it glazed with what she assumed was saliva and semen. She had no way of knowing exactly how much that they had seen as they walked in but there was female no way that it wasn’t obvious what was happening. Angus meanwhile had pulled his pants back up and offered Brandon and Yeong a cheerful wave. “Evening. How was the movie?” “Angus, what the fuck?” Brandon asked. “What?” “You know what!” Brandon said, turning back to Yeong. “Yeong, I’m so sorry.” Yeong whispered something to Brandon Tegan couldn’t hear. Composing herself she got up from the floor and smoothed her dress, going into the kitchen to wash her hands and face with some cold water. When she had dried herself with a paper towel and returned, Angus and Brandon appeared to be in some kind of stalemate. Tegan decided to break the silence. “Ok, let’s talk this out.” She started. Brandon shot her a dirty glare. “This is… not ideal. Yeong, for what it’s worth, I am very amateur sorry.” “I don’t understand.” Yeong said quietly. “Look, the other day when you saw me and Sam together we indicated we were, well… ‘together’. The A.I. droned on. I tried calling, texting and emailing him but he wouldn't respond. “Fuu-fuuuuck!” Rachel moaned through a semi-unconscious plight as the head my cock slowly slipped past her sphincter striptease with a gratifying pop. As usual, it was probably the totality. A thousand or more years. "Yes." 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