There were her lips, so close to him. She smiled, her
lips full, lush and soft. He wanted to
kiss her... amongst other things. He could feel her breath. She was that close, tantalisingly close. So
close that she was making him squirm. She looked up and smiled at him, not a
full on grin, rather an enigmatic one displayed in the eyes rather than the
mouth.
Ohhhh that mouth!
He was so excited now. She inhaled and smelt his
scent. He shivered in anticipation. He
swallowed and ran his tongue around his dry mouth and lips. She opened her
mouth and breathed out. Her warm breath moved the hairs on his body, she was
that close. Holy fuck! He felt like he would cum soon. “Just a kiss, just one
little kiss, please”. Of course he couldn't say this out loud, he just
couldn't, but as if she knew what he wanted she opened her mouth and showed off
her lovely teeth. She bent forward and kissed him. He let out an involuntary
moan that caused her to look at him sharply.
No words were needed. That look said it all. She parted
her lips again and let her tongue gently lick him. Opened it wider and she was
able to fit most of his cock into her mouth. She closed her lips around his
shaft and let the heat of her mouth diffuse into him. She moved her tongue
around to get him wet before pulling back. He so badly wanted to touch her, to
hold her head. He wanted to grab her hair and fuck her face, but being cuffed
to the bed meant that he couldn't. She opened her mouth again and took more of
him in.
Oh fuck she was going to deep throat him. He was
breathing faster, his heart breaking out of his chest, beating so hard it hurt.
He knew he would cum quickly and hard.
She was a rather wicked woman. She knew he wanted to cum in her mouth. She
contemplated not letting him, just because she could, but that would be
cruel. She had already spent a good hour
teasing him until she thought he was going to cry. She would give him this,
with pleasure.
Going as deep as she could, taking as much as she could
in her mouth, she really started to suck him off. Going this deep meant lots of
spit and saliva, dribbling and drooling down onto his balls. It made massaging
them wetter – and a more enjoyable experience for both of them.
His whole body was rigid, his breathing harder, thrusting with his hips into her face. One
suck, draw back, suck again, go down, draw back. Deeper, faster, more intense,
wetter. She had been teasing him too much. He couldn't stop himself, it was so
warm, so wet and he could not withstand that delicious combination of a soft
mouth, and being used as a fuck toy. His orgasm started in his balls and grew
up his belly and filled his chest.
Then he came deep in her mouth.
Oh that beautiful, filthy mouth.
He seemed to cum forever, but then there she was licking
and sucking him clean, taking great satisfaction in seeing him look so spent.
She looked up when she had finished. She sat back on her haunches and smiled,
this time a different smile altogether - a very satisfied cat like grin.
A delicious description of every man's fantsy blow-job;) Delightful x
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