They rarely have a preamble, and they’re hard to hang on to, but I remember her well. Short Chestnut hair, a mousey face with a cute button nose. She wore a pink blouse over white denim shorts. But what stuck me most was what she was doing.
The conversation was light, talking about family coming down for the holiday, trying to figure out what we were going to do with them. Where would they start, what fun things can we do, what would we feed them, and the like. The conversation was a bit difficult to have, however, as she had to pull her mouth away from my cock every time she wanted to speak. This naturally made it difficult for me as well, having a dainty face staring up at me, a thin film of spit dripping out of the corners of her mouth as she slowly pushes me down her throat. I was a bit hampered as well, by a pressing need to pee, as well, though I was largely unconcerned with it.
We were by no means in a rush to finish the chat, as she would take pause to bob up and down with more vigor, using a small hand to stroke me briefly while she sucked on my tip. I briefly recall it moving along in spurts, but was far too focused on grabbing her short hair to guide her lips on me. I pushed her until I was deep in her throat and held her steady for a moment, letting her come back for air and to comment on whatever part we were at. As I tried to reply, she went back to sucking, this time more gently as she fondled my balls, coaxing more than cum from me. I talked to her casually as she let me pee, swallowing every drop without complaint. As I slackened off to a dribble, she pulled off and let the last bits leak onto her chin to tell me about some plan she thought she could do with the visiting guests.
I couldn’t stop myself from stiffening up again at her cavalier attitude towards the treatment I was giving her, instead she seemed to enjoy her role in my pleasure, and was soon back to her oral activities. She was more enthusiastic at this point; taking me in in full, with a quickened pace, as if daring me to try and talk around her activity. I did try, of course, but my words were spotted with pause, and ideas came out half formed as she swirled her tongue along the sensitive tip. I didn’t last long after, but instead woke up with a tight grip on my sheets, feeling like she got what she was after.
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