my head. He guides me onto him, and so I take him into my mouth, swirl my tongue around the back of his manhood while I start to bob up and down on him.
“Not so fast,” he tells me, wiping hair from my eyes. “Go slow at first, like that.”
He groans as I adjust my pace, and again I see his abs crunch, and it imbues me with so much confidence to see that I’m making him feel good, that I’m not doing a bad job.
I get into it, try to give him the best blowjob I possibly can, and he sits up, gathers my hair into his hand and holds it up.
He starts to wind my hair, pushes me down farther onto his cock, and he grabs hold of my hand and guides my timing.
Chance is starting to lift his lower half off the bed, thrust into my mouth slightly each time I bob down on him.
“Like that,” he tells me when I start to press my tongue into the back of his cock, and so I keep doing it, listen to him.
His thrusts into my mouth grow harder, and so I slow down my own movements, open my throat as best I can, and let him take control.
His hands are wrapped around my head, and he fucks my mouth as he pulls me down onto him, groaning his pleasure at me.
“God, fuck, this feels good,” he tells me, a hard passion in his features. He makes me look up at him while he fucks my mouth. “You are so fucking sexy.”
He starts to go faster, harder, and I feel his body tense up, and seeing pleasure on his face is turning me on something wild.
“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling my hair tightly. “Fuck.”
“I’m going to come, Cass,” he says, urgency in his voice.
So I spit him out, jerk him off, really fast, as fast as I can, and I look up his hot and athletic body, all tensed as he stretches out, pushes his hips forward.
I feel his cock flex in my hand, and then he shoots a stream of cum clear across the room, and then another one, and then another one. I’m shocked by how much he squirts out, and he’s spraying it everywhere while he groans in pleasure, shakes and shudders, tenses and relaxes.
And then it finally stops, and I feel his cock flex one more time and the last dribble slips out.
He’s panting, looking down at me, and I’m curious, so I put my tongue to his dick and taste his cum. It doesn’t taste as strong as I thought it would; it definitely smells stronger than it tastes.
“Fuck,” he says, and he lets go of my hair and he touches the side of my face. “I didn’t know you were going to do that .”
“I didn’t want it all in my mouth,” I say. It was the truth. What if I gagged? What if it tasted bad? It was, after all, my first blowjob. I didn’t want to embarrass myself by coughing all over his cock.
I look at it, and notice that it’s still hard. It’s not getting any softer. He corrals me into his arms and he kisses me hard, and then he’s kissing me down my neck, taking my ear lobe into his mouth and sucking on it. I feel a tingling all over my body, and I know I’m ready to come again. I know I’m ready to go all the way.
I’m going to lose my virginity to him.
“Is this your first time?” he asks, holding my arms above my head against the bed. He brings his forehead to mine and he looks into my eyes.
“Yes,” I say.
He nods, runs a finger across my lips before kissing my neck, behind my ear. “Trust me, Cass.”
There’s a pause, then he kisses my lips again, and I feel him push his knee up in between my legs, spreading them outward.
I run my hands down his chiseled chest, feel each bump and ridge of his muscled stomach, and then he lowers himself down my body, sucking hard on my nipple, biting them in between his teeth.
I yelp and laugh, pushing him off me. “Hey, that hurts.”
Saying that makes me look down our bodies at his thickness, and I wonder if it’s going to hurt.
Jess said it only did at the beginning, and from what I’d read in magazines, foreplay helped to stop that. After all, he’d already licked me out until I came, and I know that I’m wet enough
“Not so fast,” he tells me, wiping hair from my eyes. “Go slow at first, like that.”
He groans as I adjust my pace, and again I see his abs crunch, and it imbues me with so much confidence to see that I’m making him feel good, that I’m not doing a bad job.
I get into it, try to give him the best blowjob I possibly can, and he sits up, gathers my hair into his hand and holds it up.
He starts to wind my hair, pushes me down farther onto his cock, and he grabs hold of my hand and guides my timing.
Chance is starting to lift his lower half off the bed, thrust into my mouth slightly each time I bob down on him.
“Like that,” he tells me when I start to press my tongue into the back of his cock, and so I keep doing it, listen to him.
His thrusts into my mouth grow harder, and so I slow down my own movements, open my throat as best I can, and let him take control.
His hands are wrapped around my head, and he fucks my mouth as he pulls me down onto him, groaning his pleasure at me.
“God, fuck, this feels good,” he tells me, a hard passion in his features. He makes me look up at him while he fucks my mouth. “You are so fucking sexy.”
He starts to go faster, harder, and I feel his body tense up, and seeing pleasure on his face is turning me on something wild.
“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling my hair tightly. “Fuck.”
“I’m going to come, Cass,” he says, urgency in his voice.
So I spit him out, jerk him off, really fast, as fast as I can, and I look up his hot and athletic body, all tensed as he stretches out, pushes his hips forward.
I feel his cock flex in my hand, and then he shoots a stream of cum clear across the room, and then another one, and then another one. I’m shocked by how much he squirts out, and he’s spraying it everywhere while he groans in pleasure, shakes and shudders, tenses and relaxes.
And then it finally stops, and I feel his cock flex one more time and the last dribble slips out.
He’s panting, looking down at me, and I’m curious, so I put my tongue to his dick and taste his cum. It doesn’t taste as strong as I thought it would; it definitely smells stronger than it tastes.
“Fuck,” he says, and he lets go of my hair and he touches the side of my face. “I didn’t know you were going to do that .”
“I didn’t want it all in my mouth,” I say. It was the truth. What if I gagged? What if it tasted bad? It was, after all, my first blowjob. I didn’t want to embarrass myself by coughing all over his cock.
I look at it, and notice that it’s still hard. It’s not getting any softer. He corrals me into his arms and he kisses me hard, and then he’s kissing me down my neck, taking my ear lobe into his mouth and sucking on it. I feel a tingling all over my body, and I know I’m ready to come again. I know I’m ready to go all the way.
I’m going to lose my virginity to him.
“Is this your first time?” he asks, holding my arms above my head against the bed. He brings his forehead to mine and he looks into my eyes.
“Yes,” I say.
He nods, runs a finger across my lips before kissing my neck, behind my ear. “Trust me, Cass.”
There’s a pause, then he kisses my lips again, and I feel him push his knee up in between my legs, spreading them outward.
I run my hands down his chiseled chest, feel each bump and ridge of his muscled stomach, and then he lowers himself down my body, sucking hard on my nipple, biting them in between his teeth.
I yelp and laugh, pushing him off me. “Hey, that hurts.”
Saying that makes me look down our bodies at his thickness, and I wonder if it’s going to hurt.
Jess said it only did at the beginning, and from what I’d read in magazines, foreplay helped to stop that. After all, he’d already licked me out until I came, and I know that I’m wet enough
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