Just a little excerpt from a story. Enjoy!
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He tastes salty like sweat. He tastes like her husband. Watching him come apart over top her, just barely holding it together while she sucks his cock, it makes her pussy ache. It also makes her bob her head faster and swipe her tongue harder. She can practically feel his heart pounding through his shaft. *Thump-thump-thump*. Like a drum.
Her fingers knead his balls into her palm. There’s power in this, sucking cock, more than anyone is likely to admit. Sarah certainly *feels* powerful when, clotting her throat with Alan’s bulbous head, he experiences a full-body shiver that she can feel as much as see.
“I-I’m close, babe,” he advises her, words trembling as much as the rest of him.
She decides, then, to pull her mouth off his member, and he practically whines from high above. His complaint is short-lived, however, as the hand that’s been toying with his balls returns to his shaft and begins stroking him, base-to-tip, the movement slicked by the saliva she’s left her in wake. At first, Sarah watches her hand, how with the slightest bit of pressure, her husband’s cock will swell up even larger than it already is, making the already prominent veins running along his shaft bulge as if angry. Then, she diverts her gaze upward and grins.
Alan’s brow has knitted together. His eyes are clenched shut. His mouth hangs open and his full lips tremble. Sweat runs in rivulets down his cheek, painting streaks of moisture. Gripping the couch for dear life, his arms are tense, showing off the muscles that had previously caught her in the conservatory.
Sarah loves this man.
She settles back into the couch, laying flat on her back with her knees still raised, while her hand continues jerking back and forth. She’s begun to isolate her movements more towards the end of her husband’s cock, just the glans and a few inches beyond it, and adding a slight twist to her wrist as she goes about it.
In her grasp, she feels him stiffen even moreso. Her eyes glued to his face, though, she unfortunately misses the swelling of his purple cockhead the moment right before he orgasms, though she does get to see his head jerk back.
He sprays his seed over his wife in three spurts. The first lands across her chin, horizontally. The second finds her lips, already parted so, once it lands, it begins to ooze down into her mouth. The third lands in a messy streak from the corner of her right cheek up and over her left eye and into her eye. She squints the eye shut in defense. Above her, Alan creates a chorus of moaning. His legs are trembling.
More of his spunk oozes out over her fingers, making her jerking of his cock more and more fluid. She keeps going, too, until sensitivity becomes too much and her husband jerks away, freeing his cock from her grasp. He half-stumbles, half-pulls himself to the couch and sinks down by her feet, head slumping back, mouth gasping in great lungfuls of breath, his chest heaving.
Sarah feels very satisfied with herself.