Excerpt from Cafe Ole by Altonish

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Tom and Becky looked at each other for another moment. “Screw it,” she finally said. “If you can do that, I can do this.” Becky dropped to her knees and closed the distance between.

“Uh…” Tom sputtered

“Just hold still,” Becky warned. She settled for a moment eye to eye with Tom’s rather large cock. Tom was frozen stock still as she reach out and licked the tip. Tom’s cock twitched excitedly and she licked it again. It stiffened slightly and Becky parted her lips slightly and started to slide the dark pink head between her lips. She licked the underside for a few moments and when his manhood was a little firmer she gently slid it more deeply into her mouth. Tom moaned quietly and she looked up to find him staring down at her. Becky closed her eyes and pushed further down on his shaft before sliding his cock all the way back out.

She started working a steady motion, stopping just before it popped out of her mouth to lick the head and push it deeper. Tom started to get more rigid, but didn’t reach full hardness. After a few minutes she pulled back. “Still not working?” she asked.

“Sorry,” Tom blushed over his whole body. “I’m still feeling a bit exposed. I’m standing in my kitchen and I barely know you, the plastic gloves and…”

Becky peeled off the plastic gloves and quickly unbuttoned her blouse exposing a turquoise bra. She stood up and unbuttoned her trousers before tugging them off. Standing in her matching underwear she twirled once before Tom. “Better?”

“Definitely,” Tom nodded.

He was already stiffer and Becky dropped down and took him quickly into her mouth, sliding him as deeply as she could take him. The feeling was different this time, Becky felt different. It was still awkward, but more like sex between friends, then something clinical. She reached behind him and pulled him closer and she continued working up and down. Tom moaned and she felt him pulsing. She pulled back. Tom grunted slightly in protest. “Sorry,” she said. “Business first.”

She quickly covered Tom’s pole in the molding material. It was messy and she was working quickly. The sticky substance got all over her hands and arms as she worked. When she had the molding agent sufficient in place she stood up and smiled. “You need to…er stay up until it’s…hard.”

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