Unzip Hank's pants
From Create Your Own Story
Your fingers trace the growing bulge in Hank's mailman shorts, feeling him stiffen against your palm. The worn fabric strains against his arousal as you pop the button of his belt and slowly tug the zipper down. Hank steps out of the crumpled shorts pooling around his work boots, revealing snug white briefs stretched taut over his erection. A damp spot darkens the cotton where his cockhead presses insistently against the waistband. With one impatient motion, he peels the underwear down, freeing his thick six-inch shaft from its confines. Sunlight catches the strawberry blonde curls at the base as his dick bounces free, already glistening at the tip.
Knees meeting the hardwood floor, you lean forward and take him into your mouth with a wet, deliberate slide. Hank's breath hitches when your tongue swirls around his crown, his calloused fingers carding through your hair as you work him deeper. The musky taste of him coats your tongue, his hips twitching forward when you hum around his girth. Your own hardness throbs in your grip as he rocks into your throat, the scent of his sweat and the faint laundry detergent clinging to his uniform shirt filling your senses.
"Fuck, look at you," Hank growls, pushing your head down until your nose presses against his trimmed pubes. His other hand works the buttons of his postal service shirt open, revealing a dusting of coppery hair across his broad chest. His breathing turns ragged as he watches you struggle around his thrusts, spit shining on your chin. "Been imagining bending you over my mail truck all damn week."
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