you’ve waited long enough, birthday girl.” He stood between my legs and pushed three fingers into my cunt. He pumped them at a rapid pace while squeezing and rolling my clit between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand. Each pinch of my nub, each plunge of his fingers inside me sent rivulets of electricity, pushing me higher and higher. I came in a burst of dizzying tension, jerking against my restraints, letting the ripples of pleasure race up and down my spine.
When the final wave of pleasure passed, I shuddered in completion and lay there enjoying the aftershocks and tingles.
Cody untied me, wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled me to a sitting position.
“That was nice,” I purred.
“Nice? Hell, we’re just getting started.”
I quivered in anticipation. “Then I think you need to get dressed for our party,” I said, shoving my hand between our bodies, stroking his hard dick through his jeans.
He lowered my legs, took one step back and unzipped his pants. My breathing grew more rapid as I waited. My mouthsalivated. I know some women give blow jobs because the guy likes it. I give blow jobs because I love it—the intoxicating aroma of male musk, the salty taste of flesh, the tang of his precome, the rasp of coarse pubic hair on my tongue. I quivered just thinking about it and more liquid cream trickled onto the table.
He pushed the denim and his briefs to the floor in one motion. My gaze took in his long, hard dick rising from the thatch of curly brown hair, and I swallowed. His cock was huge and meaty, and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it. I wiggled off the table and stood.
“Wait a minute,” he said, toeing off his boots. He tossed his clothes into a chair.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the sofa. I shoved him down and dropped to my knees between his legs. His thick shaft bobbed toward my mouth as though taunting me, exciting me to the point of starvation. I do love a playful dick.
“Since you’re so famous and all,” I said before I ran my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit, sucking his precome onto my lips. “Your back is to the window. Your identity is secure.” I licked along the thick penile vein until I reached the spongy head again. The milky fluid was exquisite, bursting with that pungent, salty zest I craved. I heard Cody moan, but I didn’t take the time to look up. Instead, my lips circled the head of his penis, and I sucked, pulling just the smooth silky head into my mouth. I love that little ridge just below the head before I get to the shaft, but doesn’t everybody? I nibbled around the rim, savoring the feel of his taut skin between my teeth and the gasps I heard.
His fingers made tracks through my hair; they tightened, pulling my hair to keep my face close to his groin. The pain in my scalp only served to heighten my excitement.
Opening wider, I slid him into my mouth, my jaws stretching to accommodate his massive girth. When he hit the back of mythroat, I pulled my head back, applying forceful suction and dragging my teeth along the shaft.
“Damn,” he said, hissing breath between his clenched teeth and spreading his knees farther apart. “Deeper,” he ordered. “Pretend I’m that famous singer you keep talking about. How would you do him?”
“Scoot down,” I said.
And he did, giving me better access to his balls. Now, as much as I love a thick, meaty cock in my mouth, the sensation of rolling a man’s balls between my lips makes me wet.
I slid my finger in my mouth and then under his sac, watching his balls move to separate sides. I leaned over and traced the same path with my tongue. The skin there was soft and slippery. The sparse, coarse hair tickled my face. Sucking one ball between my lips, I rolled the other around and around in my hand, delighting in his weight and texture. My tongue lapped at the ball in my mouth.
Moisture dripped down my leg. My pussy demanded attention, but my mouth wasn’t ready to
When the final wave of pleasure passed, I shuddered in completion and lay there enjoying the aftershocks and tingles.
Cody untied me, wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled me to a sitting position.
“That was nice,” I purred.
“Nice? Hell, we’re just getting started.”
I quivered in anticipation. “Then I think you need to get dressed for our party,” I said, shoving my hand between our bodies, stroking his hard dick through his jeans.
He lowered my legs, took one step back and unzipped his pants. My breathing grew more rapid as I waited. My mouthsalivated. I know some women give blow jobs because the guy likes it. I give blow jobs because I love it—the intoxicating aroma of male musk, the salty taste of flesh, the tang of his precome, the rasp of coarse pubic hair on my tongue. I quivered just thinking about it and more liquid cream trickled onto the table.
He pushed the denim and his briefs to the floor in one motion. My gaze took in his long, hard dick rising from the thatch of curly brown hair, and I swallowed. His cock was huge and meaty, and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it. I wiggled off the table and stood.
“Wait a minute,” he said, toeing off his boots. He tossed his clothes into a chair.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to the sofa. I shoved him down and dropped to my knees between his legs. His thick shaft bobbed toward my mouth as though taunting me, exciting me to the point of starvation. I do love a playful dick.
“Since you’re so famous and all,” I said before I ran my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit, sucking his precome onto my lips. “Your back is to the window. Your identity is secure.” I licked along the thick penile vein until I reached the spongy head again. The milky fluid was exquisite, bursting with that pungent, salty zest I craved. I heard Cody moan, but I didn’t take the time to look up. Instead, my lips circled the head of his penis, and I sucked, pulling just the smooth silky head into my mouth. I love that little ridge just below the head before I get to the shaft, but doesn’t everybody? I nibbled around the rim, savoring the feel of his taut skin between my teeth and the gasps I heard.
His fingers made tracks through my hair; they tightened, pulling my hair to keep my face close to his groin. The pain in my scalp only served to heighten my excitement.
Opening wider, I slid him into my mouth, my jaws stretching to accommodate his massive girth. When he hit the back of mythroat, I pulled my head back, applying forceful suction and dragging my teeth along the shaft.
“Damn,” he said, hissing breath between his clenched teeth and spreading his knees farther apart. “Deeper,” he ordered. “Pretend I’m that famous singer you keep talking about. How would you do him?”
“Scoot down,” I said.
And he did, giving me better access to his balls. Now, as much as I love a thick, meaty cock in my mouth, the sensation of rolling a man’s balls between my lips makes me wet.
I slid my finger in my mouth and then under his sac, watching his balls move to separate sides. I leaned over and traced the same path with my tongue. The skin there was soft and slippery. The sparse, coarse hair tickled my face. Sucking one ball between my lips, I rolled the other around and around in my hand, delighting in his weight and texture. My tongue lapped at the ball in my mouth.
Moisture dripped down my leg. My pussy demanded attention, but my mouth wasn’t ready to
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