Their lips weren’t an inch apart, their eyes fixed on each other. Her hand cradled his balls under his pants, caressing the loose skin and ever so gently holding each testicle between her fingers, rolling them around. His one hand groped all the ass that wasn’t claimed by the couch; his other ran up and down her back under her blouse, fingers tickling lightly.
It had been a few days since their last date. This time, there was no date. She had invited herself to his house. Netflix had barely loaded its home screen before their hands were all over each other—it wouldn’t make it any further.
Without even being touched, his cock bulged against his trousers. Her lips brushed past his. She kissed his ear and whispered “I thought about you the whole drive over.”
He recalled her pulling her own car—not an Uber—into the driveway as he glanced at the bag she’d dropped by the door before she had taken her wineglass and seat on the sofa. Not a single lipstick stain could be found on her glass.
His mind stopped wandering as her fingertips tickled up his shaft, stopping under his head to give a few short rubs and tugs. He looked back at her. Her lips were pursed wide. Her cocked head and raised eyebrow begged an assuring smile to his face. He kissed her pouty frown away, then their smiles faded into smirks as her delicate fingers gripped him and her strokes lengthened.
*I was* not *expecting this,* he thought. He almost laughed aloud.
Removing her hand from his unbuttoned pants, she moved his hand from her butt and guided it down her skirt for him to discover that she had soaked through the dainty lace. Delving another layer deeper, his now sticky fingers massaged around her lips, eliciting a murmur as he kissed the corner of her mouth.
She pulled his hand back up and to her mouth to taste herself on his fingers. He held her face, a puddle collecting on her rosy dimpled cheek while kissing her, stealing her cum from her mouth as his tongue played with hers.
She broke the kiss, slid off the sofa to kneel in front of him. She pulled his trousers over his hips, down his legs, and he helped to kick them off his ankles. His boxers clung to his hard cock, barely covered; the tip poked out behind the elastic waistband. She traced along the outline left by the fine form-fitting fabric.
She kissed his head, then sucked the precum off the tip with another kiss and slid the boxers off his hips. His cock sprung up; she licked him from base to tip before taking all seven inches in her mouth, unable to hide her lust as she chose his cock over air. She moaned up and down him, his head pushing down her throat with each repetition.
He ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside without worry. Her long brunette hair tickled his thighs until he swept it out of her face. She worked moans out of him with her swirling tongue and cute little lips, dyed a matte red.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hj5nyi/unexpected_surprises_mf