handy mouth
 

...he was standing with the cellphone in his left hand pressed close to his ear. She traced the outline of his right hand from his shoulders and it slowly went downwards. Her gaze fell down to his stomach and the right hand was holding what seemed like a rod. His fingers were curled around an iron wand. He slowly put his phone into his shirt pocket and held out his left hand to her. She pushed her self closer to his body and could feel his pounding heart next to hers. His right hand slowly guided her right hand to the iron wand he was holding and without any inhibitions she curled her fingers around it. It felt warm and sticky. It had a life of its own and seemed to throb with each second of her touch. She pulled him into the house, closing the door behind them. She was moist and wet from the long distance sex she just had with him on the phone and was waiting for him to make the next move.

He kissed her moist lips and made his hand feel her breasts. Her nipples were erect from her recent caresses and was warm from her touch.

He said, what did you expect, me telling you what to do and myself not doing anything? No she said, but i did not expect you here and now. God you were so real on the phone. She blushed to be able to bring up the matter by herself. Her cheeks glowed and he saw it. He immediately pulled her face up and kissed her.
She pried open her top and placed his hands on her breasts and pushed his fingers around her left nipples. They were erect in anticipation of yet another hard pinching. He gently moved his fingers around the erect orb and slowly pinched them. She squealed in delight and that was enough to set her in to a frenzy, pulling away at his shirt and burying his nipples in to her mouth. His other hand went slowly down her thighs and stopped short of her moist depths. Her pubes pounded in anticipation of his fingers probing her wetness and entering her vagina. She felt sparks around her closed eyes...