enjoy the things he teaches me.
Just last night, he patiently tutored me in the fine art of delivering a mind-boggling blowjob.
“Are you ready to learn something new, September?” he asked, his eyes having a heady and sort of teasing look going on, as I came in my room with a towel wrapped around me. He’d been waiting for me.
“Game on,” I replied, giving him a cocky smile. I had no clue what he meant.
He stood up in his beautiful, muscular nakedness, his cock already erect. “Come here,” he ordered softly. “And drop the towel.”
I let the towel slip and went to stand before him. He gazed down at me, both love and lust evident in his sapphire blue eyes. He laced one of his hands behind my head, and drew my face closer to his, his lips possessing mine tenderly, his tongue teasing mine. I could feel his steel-hard erection probing between my legs.
“Does he want to do it standing up?” I thought, but then with one gentle move, I understood his intention.
He placed his hands on each of my shoulders, and gently pressed me down. “On your knees, woman.”
I obeyed and was face to tip of his raging erection.
“I’ve never . . . “ I stutter, flushing with embarrassment.
“I know, September. That’s fine. I’ll guide you through this.”
I nodded, very solemnly, hoping like hell I didn’t screw it up.
“Okay, place your hand on it, slowly and gently let your palm and fingers travel up and then down the length of it. When your fingers get close to the tip, massage the ridge of foreskin—again, gentleness, but deliberation is key here.”
I do as instructed, loving the feel of softness covering rock-hardness. It’s somehow a contradiction in terms. I take my time, letting my fingers play lightly while massaging his firmness.
I hear him suck in his breath.
“Is...is this okay?” I question, looking up at him.
He’s watching me with shuttered eyes, his tongue flickers across his lower lip. He nods and says, “It feels great, baby. Now with your other hand, reach underneath and cup my balls—again, gentleness is key, but massage them, show them some love. You’ll feel them tighten up when I’m ready to come, but you’re not through with your training just yet.”
I do as instructed, and I can tell by Jesse’s breathing that he’s enjoying it so far.
“Okay, now put your tongue to use, let it roll slowly down the length of my dick, swirl it a bit, and lick now and then so that I can feel the warm moistness of your mouth making love to it. Like I do with your pussy.”
Got it.
I follow his instructions, finding myself melt into him because this is pleasurable to me, more than I ever realized it could be. I’m the one in power; I’m the one delivering the pleasure to my man’s cock, and I love the fact that I’m in control.
He doesn’t need to instruct further because my feminine instincts have taken over. I roll my tongue down the length and back to the tip, while my hands massage his shaft and his balls gently.
I’m rewarded when I feel him roll back on his heels and release a manly groan. His hands are now fisting in my hair.
My mouth travels back up to the tip, and the small clear bead of pre-cum is glistening. I swirl my tongue over, capturing it and then I pull his cock inside of my mouth, taking him deeper, swirling my tongue around and around. My hands move to the back of his ass, pulling him in deeper while I suck his root, and then allowing my mouth to travel back to the tip, lightly nipping at the ridge of skin that is so tender. Kind of like my clit by his body movements and moans.
I take him deeper, feeling the head of his cock nudge my tonsils and then back out, again and again. I love the wet, sucking sound that permeates the room, along with his fast breathing and deep groans of pleasure.
“September,” he rasps, “Fuck you better stop. I’m ready to blow my load.”
I nod my head back and forth; my mouth is full of Jesse so I can’t speak. I won’t
Just last night, he patiently tutored me in the fine art of delivering a mind-boggling blowjob.
“Are you ready to learn something new, September?” he asked, his eyes having a heady and sort of teasing look going on, as I came in my room with a towel wrapped around me. He’d been waiting for me.
“Game on,” I replied, giving him a cocky smile. I had no clue what he meant.
He stood up in his beautiful, muscular nakedness, his cock already erect. “Come here,” he ordered softly. “And drop the towel.”
I let the towel slip and went to stand before him. He gazed down at me, both love and lust evident in his sapphire blue eyes. He laced one of his hands behind my head, and drew my face closer to his, his lips possessing mine tenderly, his tongue teasing mine. I could feel his steel-hard erection probing between my legs.
“Does he want to do it standing up?” I thought, but then with one gentle move, I understood his intention.
He placed his hands on each of my shoulders, and gently pressed me down. “On your knees, woman.”
I obeyed and was face to tip of his raging erection.
“I’ve never . . . “ I stutter, flushing with embarrassment.
“I know, September. That’s fine. I’ll guide you through this.”
I nodded, very solemnly, hoping like hell I didn’t screw it up.
“Okay, place your hand on it, slowly and gently let your palm and fingers travel up and then down the length of it. When your fingers get close to the tip, massage the ridge of foreskin—again, gentleness, but deliberation is key here.”
I do as instructed, loving the feel of softness covering rock-hardness. It’s somehow a contradiction in terms. I take my time, letting my fingers play lightly while massaging his firmness.
I hear him suck in his breath.
“Is...is this okay?” I question, looking up at him.
He’s watching me with shuttered eyes, his tongue flickers across his lower lip. He nods and says, “It feels great, baby. Now with your other hand, reach underneath and cup my balls—again, gentleness is key, but massage them, show them some love. You’ll feel them tighten up when I’m ready to come, but you’re not through with your training just yet.”
I do as instructed, and I can tell by Jesse’s breathing that he’s enjoying it so far.
“Okay, now put your tongue to use, let it roll slowly down the length of my dick, swirl it a bit, and lick now and then so that I can feel the warm moistness of your mouth making love to it. Like I do with your pussy.”
Got it.
I follow his instructions, finding myself melt into him because this is pleasurable to me, more than I ever realized it could be. I’m the one in power; I’m the one delivering the pleasure to my man’s cock, and I love the fact that I’m in control.
He doesn’t need to instruct further because my feminine instincts have taken over. I roll my tongue down the length and back to the tip, while my hands massage his shaft and his balls gently.
I’m rewarded when I feel him roll back on his heels and release a manly groan. His hands are now fisting in my hair.
My mouth travels back up to the tip, and the small clear bead of pre-cum is glistening. I swirl my tongue over, capturing it and then I pull his cock inside of my mouth, taking him deeper, swirling my tongue around and around. My hands move to the back of his ass, pulling him in deeper while I suck his root, and then allowing my mouth to travel back to the tip, lightly nipping at the ridge of skin that is so tender. Kind of like my clit by his body movements and moans.
I take him deeper, feeling the head of his cock nudge my tonsils and then back out, again and again. I love the wet, sucking sound that permeates the room, along with his fast breathing and deep groans of pleasure.
“September,” he rasps, “Fuck you better stop. I’m ready to blow my load.”
I nod my head back and forth; my mouth is full of Jesse so I can’t speak. I won’t
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