I’m just getting out of the shower, part of my getting ready for you. You called me and said you were coming over. Immediately my pussy grew wet from remembering our last time together, when you licked my pussy and made me cum all over your face. I instantly had flashbacks of your face between my legs, tasting my sweetness, remembered the jolts and continuous waves of pleasure you skillfully sent through me with your lips and tongue. I remembered my hand running through your hair, and your thick tongue sliding in between my smooth wet lips. I especially loved the way your fingers delved deeply inside me as you finger-fucked me, making me cum again and again. You said it’s the way I moaned that urged you on, pulling my clit between your lips and licking it while your fingers rammed inside me. You drove me wild with your pussy eating skills, and tonight I intend to return the favor.When you arrive, I’m still in my towel and my hair is still wet. Instantly we kiss and your hands explore my body, my nipples growing hard under the insistent press of your thumbs. Your fingers reach my clit; I lift one leg to give you greater access and become almost dizzy with pleasure as your fingers slide in between my moist lips. The towel has since dropped to the floor and you lift me up and carry me over to the couch. Your intent is to hook me with your mind blowing pussy licking prowess once again. But tonight, things will go a bit differently.
I grasp your wrist and remove your fingers, almost unwilling to let you stop. My hands find your belt buckle and unfasten it, and then down come your slacks and sexy boxer-briefs. Your cock is hard already and I can see the slick wetness of pre cum already glistening on the head. I take the base of your thick, throbbing cock in my little hand and stroke it, squeezing tightly. I run the head of it across my lips, in a way not unlike lip-gloss. Then I open my lips, sliding the entire length of your cock into my mouth, feeling the head on the back of my tongue, in my throat, and your pubic hair tickles my nose. Squatting in front of you I grab hold to your lower back and move my neck, curling and moving my tongue along the underside of your cock. I slide my lips back and forth along the entire length of you, my eyes at times meeting yours. Your balls hang down and the musky scent of them drives me wild; I must have them. I slide my tongue down your shaft once more as my lips reach your head, and *pop* as I remove your cock.
My eyes meet yours once again as I take one of your balls in my mouth and roll it around with my tongue, with my little hand still stroking that thick, pulsating cock. I love how your grip on my hair tightens when I lick your balls; you like that, don’t you? I know you do, baby. I take the other one and treat it to my licking and sucking much like the first one. Then I take both of them in my mouth and hum on them, delighting in your pleasure. You urge my head upwards, and I know you mean for me to suck on your cock once more. I run my tongue along the length this time, getting it wet with my tongue and lips before I slide it in my mouth again. I squeeze my lips tightly on your juicy cock, enjoying every inch of it. Both of your hands are on my head now, your fingers intertwining in my soft, black tresses. I can feel the urgency in your fingers pressed against the back of my head. It becomes even more true as I feel you bucking your hips, moving your cock in and out of my mouth, sliding the head to the back of my tongue in my throat. You’re fucking my face, just like you’ve fucked my pussy, and it feels fantastic. I love how you’re getting into our passion, and I know it won’t be long until I get what I’ve been waiting for. And just as I think it, you thrust deeply into my mouth, letting spurt after spurt of hot cum fill it. It leaks from the corners of my mouth as I swallow what I can. The rest, I get up with my finger, and mmmm it tastes so good. I moan as you fill my mouth with your cum.
Your cock is still rock hard, however. I have a feeling you are not quite done with me….
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