Mayor's POV (continued)
For a split second I forgot where I was, forgot the aching pressure in my pants. To be honest I had no sensation in my body, just the wetness on my face, the taste of her in my mouth, as if all my sense receptors had coalesced above my shoulders. But suddenly the blood went back in my body, and I became aware of my own need. My c**k was full and heavy, straining for a release of its own.
I stood again, and looked down at Lana, her mottled ass, her glistening p***y, and the shredded remnants of her panties. I had to oblige her. I unzipped my fly and freed myself. It was purple with need, hard and slightly curved, like an arrow, a drop of pre-c*m shone at the tip. I stroked, reveling in the pleasure. I was almost tempted to find release that way, onto her, like I di
