Get suck on the customs control

There was time when i often flied by planes. As obliges approximately 3-4 times a month were necessary to pass the customs control. To me always this procedure liked. Strong man’s hands feel your body from top to bottom. For the sake of this moment it is possible both to fly is more often. And here once, passing the control, i have casually winked at the customs officer and to my big surprise he has winked at me. Without thinking twice, he has asked the partner to replace him, and display by gesture himself has gone to a room for the personnel to follow him. Densely having closed a door, we have started to kiss and break with ourselves clothes. I have started to kiss his breast, falling all lower and lower. And here at last i have reached his cock. The impressive pulsing tool stood stock-still. I swallow also have started to suck it. His cock got all more deeply and more deeply. We have exchanged places and already he humoured me. I hardly restrained what not to moan. I have clasped his head hands and rigidly fucked him in a mouth, and through pair minutes have bent and have spread on the staff. We have cumshoted almost simultaneously, and since then i often recollect this control.