Growing boy-1

Sara sensed that something was happening, or rather wasn’t happening. Eric’s cock wasn’t wilting; it was still as stiff as a flag pole. Her eyes shifted to Eric’s face. “You’re still hard,” she said in awe.

“Yeah, looks like,” he said with a wide grin. He began to hope for another hand job. That had been fantastic. He was surprised when she ripped off her lab coat and clawed at the button on her slacks.

“I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve got to have your big dick,” she panted. She threw her slacks to the floor and seconds later her lacy black panties followed. “Hop off,” she demanded, pulling on Eric’s arm. He slid off the exam table making his cock wave in the air like a club. Sara replaced him on the table. She lay back with her feet on the edges and her knees in the air.

She spread her legs and Eric’s eyes went wide as saucers as he stared at her glistening pussy. “Let’s go,” she said impatiently. Eric crawled between her legs, a bit unsure of what to do next. But Sara took care of that when she spread the lips of her vagina with the fingers of one hand and tried to bend his cock down with the other.