“Mmmm,” she started, lifting her face from the couch cushions, “that’s amazing.” As my cock went limp and started to fall out of her pussy, she tried to turn over onto her back while remaining under me. It didn’t quite go as planned, and I spilled off the edge of the couch onto the floor, ending up on my back. I was unhurt, and we were laughing. “I’m sorry!” she laughed, “but stay there.” She slid off of the couch and onto the floor, on all floors with her hands and knees on either side of my legs. “I want more.”
“You want…” I started to repeat, but she leaned down and licked up the length of my cock, which was resting on my stomach. My whole body trembled.
“But first I need to get you hard again.” With one hand she gently rubbed my limp dick with just her fingertips, tracing up and down the shaft, sometimes with all of her fingers, sometimes with just one. Meanwhile, she licked and sucked on my balls, moving from one to the other, gently taking it into her mouth and bathing it in her saliva before letting it slide out. I shuddered through deep breaths. It felt like an eternity, but really was probably just a few minutes, but she had my aching cock hard again. “Ready yet?” she teased.