Blowjob(3)

Maybe, after all, I'm a supervillain. "Woman," I said, "Lick my balls." Which she did immediately. Isn't life amazing? Ten minutes ago we were strangers. Actually, we still were. I didn't know her name or anything about her, nor did she know any more about me. If I'd made that last suggestion before, in the passenger compartment, it would have earned me only a slap in the face. But now I was rewarded with a cute, puppyish tongue bath. Erotically it was amateurish: she'd taken me literally and was lapping at my testicles as if they were scoops of ice cream. Is it possible to get an innocent blow job? But the visuals of that pink tongue stretched way out, and the intense concentration on that oh so pretty face almost made me decide to give her a facial. I did notice with pleasure that my cock, sliding on her forehead, had left a streak of fluid in her hair. She had to stop to adjust her dress. "This is making me wet," she said as an apology. "Some women, the real aficionados... " "If the