Sliding out the chair, I sank to my knees, not as gracefully as I would like with this extra weight but I managed. I took him in my hand, trying to apply as little pressure as possible. My body was practically humming. Leaning forward, I slowly took him into my mouth. It wasn't as smooth as I would have liked. He was dry and had a piece of lint on his cock, but the more I circled his dick with my tongue the smoother the glide became. I didn't bother to suck. It wasn't the pleasure I was after, at least not his. It was the visual. I just wanted...