It’s definitely been a while since I’ve had the opportunity to go down on someone.
I tend to dream about it most nights. Waking up to my thighs being drenched and automatically rubbing my legs together to try and get some satisfaction. Sometimes if my dildo is near my bed, It’ll make its way into my hands, and I’ll start to slowly suck on it until I finally have to please myself.
What can I say, I love the feeling of a cock in my mouth.
And after recently, I can very much confirm that theory. ;)
My FWB came over for pizza and video games – apparently not expecting much from me. After getting a little blazed, eating a few slices, and beating a few levels, we were cuddling on the couch, watching whatever we had agreed on throwing on.
After some playful banter, I started rubbing his thigh, creeping closer and closer, eventually tracing the outline of his dick while I watched him want more. With the green light, I started unbuckling his belt and rushing to unfree him.
Immediately I leaned down to get to work and feel him grow in my mouth. His initial reaction sent chills straight to my pussy- as if I wasn’t already drenched from the thought of him. I had told him I practiced, and I was going to prove it to him.
We readjusted to a more practical angle, and I was on my knees like a good girl should be. His cock was standing at attention, and I was hungry. I focused on tracing my tongue from his balls to his tip, giving extra attention to his head. My dildo could never replace the feeling of the soft sensation on my tongue, swirling around the top before taking it all in.
He was gasping and softly moaning, and hearing that made me want so much more. I moved to giving attention to his balls, massaging them with my lips, and watching his reaction. I knew he was enjoying himself, but he needed more.
Flattening my tongue, I traced him as I looked him in the eyes to show him how much I was enjoying myself. Fuck… I was really enjoying myself. *I* needed more. So much more that I engulfed him as much as I could and pushed him down my throat. Easy. My pussy was thanking me for the feeling of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I pulled up to stroke him while he watched my drool drip down on him. I felt proud of my accomplishment, but I was nowhere near done.
After a while, he finally decided he needed to start fucking my mouth. Finally. The feeling of his hands gripping my hair and holding me down will forever be engrained in my memory. His cock was so intoxicating that I almost didn’t care if I came up for air. But hearing him moan after he pulled me up and looking at his work made me grin.
I could’ve gone for hours before he stopped me, but alas it was late, and real life started again in the morning.
I might’ve been dripping, but my mind was on the next time I could be on my knees for him.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11mk8yf/friends_make_the_best_bj_buddies
Wow this is hot
Pt2?