You hungrily pull off my pants, throwing them to the side. Your tits are already free, and swing wildly back and forth as you quickly turn back to me. Your hands run up and down the fabric of my boxers, stroking my cock beneath, increasing its length. You grin mischievously as you pull the underwear away and my cock stands at attention, wobbling at its new found freedom. As I lift my ass off the bed to remove the last piece of fabric between us, you lean back and cup your breasts with your hands.
“Do you like my tits?” you coo sensually, and your right hand begins to tease the nipple, circling it. All I can manage is a groan as you lower yourself back to me. My hands are instantly on your chest, groping, squeezing, lightly pinching you tits.
Your tongue, meanwhile, has made first contact with my shaft. You drag your tongue up and down and swirl it around the tip. The sensations are hard to describe, but basically, it’s heaven wherever your tongue touches my cock. Watching you “attack” my cock with abandon turns me on even more. One of my favorite parts of sex is seeing your swirling tongue do what it does best, it’s incredibly hot. As you finally plunge your mouth, engulfing my cock as best you can, I twitch involuntarily inside your mouth.
Not content with just offering me oral pleasure, your hands also join the fun. One hand cups my balls, lightly squeezing them and then alternately between the two, one at a time playing with them. Your other hand mirrors your mouth as you start to move your head up and down. An outside observer might have thought that getting you your “big stick” might have satiated your desire, but instead, your frenzy has only increased.
Up and down your head bobs, your hand in sync. All pretense is gone and you totally let go of control. Your blowjob has become sloppy – your spit mingled with my pre-cum, drips down my shaft, settling in the bush of hair above my balls. In other times, you might have been concerned, but sex is supposed to be a little sloppy, and you can very easily tell I’m enjoying it? You lift your head from my cock, but continue the motions with your hands, to ask, “Are you enjoying yourself?” before quickly impaling your mouth again on my throbbing member. Once again, I only manage a guttural moan of pleasure in response.
You quicken your pace. As the pleasure increases, I arch my back, my head resting hard backwards on the pillow. My balls recede, warning you of the imminent explosion. You speed up even more, making sure the final moments before orgasm are memorable.
I feel the pressure building. We haven’t had sex for days, and I desperately long for the release of orgasm. Your ministrations with your mouth, tongue, and hands have made me lose control. I thrust deeper into your mouth than I’ve ever gone, not trying to hurt you, but overcome with the love/lust that we share. You gag slightly, but you’re enjoying yourself as much as I am enjoying you. The sensation on the tip of my love stick are amazing, your throat is incredibly tight around it. The feeling of you deep throating me is enough to set off the chain reaction. I explode. The first string of cum hits the back of your throat. You pull me off enough so that you can keep some of the prize that you’ve worked so hard for in your mouth. Still moving up and down with your hand, you collect the second and third eruptions in your mouth. You open your mouth, so I can see the fourth, less of an eruption and more of a trickle, leak out into your mouth. I can see my cum in your mouth, and snatch my phone, saving the thought of you, my erect cock, and your mouth full of cum for future memories.
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