Just sit back and let me do all the work.

My hands massage your thighs, each movement drawing ever closer to the bulge in the front of your jeans.  I feel it leap up in response as my fingers finally pass over it.  I enclose my hands around the denim, taking your cock within my grasp.  A moan escapes your lips and you fidget in your seat, enjoying my efforts but obviously hungry for more.

I unbuckle your belt, eager to claim my prize.  You throb with lusty anticipation as I unbutton your jeans, and as my fingers dance along your zipper I lick my lips.  I need a taste, but I’m enjoying the tease as well.  I kiss along your thighs and over your hardness, my mouth so close to all-encompassing pleasure and yet so far away.

I look up at you, holding your gaze with a wicked smile before drawing down your zipper and opening your pants as though unwrapping a present.  Your hardness strains at your shorts, desperate for its freedom, and at last I slip my hand into the cool cotton and pull it out.  It throbs in my grip, the head swollen and purple.

I admire my reward before opening my mouth and swallowing it whole.  I suck your cock for a few moments, listening to your rapid breathing.  It never takes you long to climax when I tease you this way, and today is no exception.  In a few moments you moan a warning, and before I know it your hot cum is bathing my tonsils.  I gulp down every last drop.

“I can’t think of a better way to spend the afternoon,” you say once you can speak again.