Rolling back onto my back, I reach behind my head, pulling pillows underneath, plumping them to allow the sweetness of my mouth to be in direct line with your swollen and engorged length as you are perched there on your knees. Reading the wonton lust permeating from the depths of my eyes you understand fully my unsatiable thrist to suck deeply upon you. Without a word you straddle my body, moving your hardness close to my hungry and waiting mouth. As the wetness of my tounge touches the very tip of your bell, you moan in anticipation of the moment to come.
Slowly the tip of my tounge lightly circles the softness around your warmth. Slipping into the opening seeking the taste of precum on occasion. As the wet warmth connects I feel your length pulse to a higher degree of hardness.
Each light feathery circle causes you to throb to a hardness that only makes me want to take you further. Satisfied that you are becoming lost in the pleasures of the moment, I begin to absorb the tip of you into my mouth, sucking you lightly, never moving past the definition of length and bell.
Touching each nerve ending with the thickness of my tounge. Working you, losing my self in the sensations of feeling the silkly hardness of your throbbing and pulsing sliding through my lips. As my sucking becomes more intense, your body begins to move to the same tempo, begging to be taken deeper, suckled richly. Sensing your need, I withdraw your length from my mouth, tounge trailing its way down the length of your swollen shaft, stopping momentarily at the base prodding, seeking that sweet spot that hides there. Your thrusting tempo quickens, your length playing thin air. I move further down to sample your swollen balls.
Savoring the sweet musky smell of your being. Suckling each with slow delicate ease. Intrigued by the swell between your balls and soft place my tounge wetly glides to the very spot. Turning my head slightly I begin exploring its length with deep draws of my mouth. Without looking up, I know instinctivly that you are no longer playing thin air, but are now stroking the length of your own length, lost in the sensations. As I slide out from under you my hand moves to my own teasing cunt, fingers sliding inside to withdraw the hot thick juices that linger there. Moving your hand away from your staff I replace it with my mouth. Drawing on you deep and hard. You soon realize that the position of my head gives you almost complete control over the situation.
You thrust yourself to the limit and I moan in delight, not pulling away from your decent, but meeting the urgency of your desire. As you begin to play my mouth, I reach for your hands, placing them upon my head. You read the silent signal as it was meant and continue, now in control of how deep and how fast your length needs to be played. Occasionally you pause on the depth of your decent allowing me to suck deeply of your hardness. Your moans quicken and as they do, I place the juices still warm and thick in my hand upon your sensitive place. Circling the outside with a finger, gently probbing your tight opening, working the slickness inside, slowly, waiting for you to adjust to the thickness of my finger. Inching deeper inside you with each stroke of your length pounding my face. Finally inside my finger plays your soft place with the same tempo as you play my face. With my free hand I reach between your soft place and balls to grasp that swollen hidden part of you, stroking it with the same intensity as my finger is working your soft place.
Moans fill the air as the moment of pure ecstacsy mount. Driven beyond the now you no longer see the edge. Quivering you unleash a torent of thick hot cum deep inside my throat.
With each squirt of hot white cream I suck you with a deep sweetness, milking you with each tugging movement, swallowing the gift of cum, sucking until you have no more....... |
