It’s always interesting to ride out life’s ebbs and flows. Things seem to have a way of returning to a sort of baseline of normalcy. I guess it’s important to recognize when things are out of whack so you can be grateful when they are “normal” (not that anything about my life is particularly normal, but I digress).
After a few turbulent months of settling into a new job and general hecticness, it feels good to be back on calm waters. I finally feel like I can relax and breathe again. So of course, my immediate go-to is to have that breath impeded by my sexy friend Deep’s reliably hard cock thrusted into my throat.
Pretty much the only thing that has kept me sane through all the craziness of the past few months is the knowledge that the stress release of a throating session was always something to look forward to. The timing of our sessions has been sporadic and unpredictable, but always welcome when it could be arranged.
Because of the awkward scheduling, most of our sessions as of late have not been recorded, and if they have been, we have not put the effort and care into the filming that we once did, mostly due to time constraints. It’s become a wham-bam thing that we just fit into our busy lives. I was married once, and I know this is a fatal error. Time to refresh and renew.
This latest session, I made sure to mentally prepare. I wanted to feel like I used to, body and mind. I also wanted it to be better, and because we are so well rehearsed it was a piece of cake. Through trial and error, we’d learned that my phone was far superior for video, and had some awesome editing features. I set it up on my nightstand and hit the record button and let it go. I knew I could play with lightning and zoom later on.
Deep stood naked in front of me, with his hands to his sides and his cock soft. He was open and ready for my mouth to do its magic once again. I kissed it softly and began licking the shaft as it slowly grew. I circled the head with my tongue and slid my lips down to the base until I felt the head pop through barrier into the back of my throat.
I swallowed hard and flexed the muscles in my throat over and over while nodding my neck back and forth. The sensation was amazing, I could feel the ridges sliding in and out between my lips while all his and my reflexes fluttered, and he moaned in ecstasy. He instinctively put his hands on my head and thrust deeper while I gasped and gagged.
He pulled out and I took a deep breath, looking up into his glistening brown eyes. He flipped me onto my back, exposed my breasts, and started to ramp things up. His robust cock began pumping my throat and his masculine hands embraced my heaving and gyrating chest. He moaned again, this time saying my name, and it practically made me melt away.
He stopped and let me grab another breath (he’s so thoughtful) and informed that if he continued that he would not last much longer, as it just felt incredible. I agreed that it would be okay to finish that way, and that’s exactly what happened. He pressed his cock into my face and gave my throat, face, lips, and neck his best load yet. I felt it trickle down and up me, licked my lips, tasted it, and gave him my biggest smile.
Afterwards, when we were sitting on the couch watching the rough footage together, we both knew that we had created something special this time. All of our videos are beautiful and artful, there’s a special dynamic that makes it unlike any ordinary porn. After he left and I did some edits with zoom and brightness, I knew it was artistry. I always think we can’t top the last one, and yet it seems like we always do. So far, this one is the pinnacle. The Sistine Chapel of our sessions, if you will.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/119ronp/f_deepthroat_artistry