Ok, that was kind of fun. Want to try again?
His face gazed down at me. The pure brown of his eyes like chocolate, the look in them already a little unfocused, when all I'd done was lay my cheek against his thigh and breathed out along his testicles. A feather of a touch, and already his face was showing the effect, as were other parts of his body.
I settled my cheek against his thigh, the way a cat will scent mark you, rubbing back and forth. Just that, nothing more, but it made him writhe. His legs tensing around me, so that they flexed on either side of my body. The feel of even that much made me close my eyes and rest my cheek between his legs, so that my face was cradled, oh, so gently against the soft warmth of his testicles. I nestled my mouth against that silky skin. The tiny stiff hairs tickled along my face as I licked that soft, moveable skin. More hair to tickle along my lips. I preferred smoother skin, a little less fuzzy. But of course, I could have that by simply moving up.
I went up on my knees and licked along the front of his shaft, licked it like it was a big piece of candy, and I didn't want it to melt. Licked it back and forth, up and down, just on the front of his shaft, until he cried out, and his hands convulsed on the red sheets.
I raised up so that I was kneeling between his legs. I looked down at him, the eagerness in his eyes, his face, his whole body. I could feel what he wanted, feel it almost like he was yelling it in my head.
I wrapped my hand around the base of him, and found that he was, oh, so hard. I squeezed him, one quick pulse, and it stole his words, made his breath shudder from between his lips.
I turned so that I was facing away from him, but facing directly anouther part of his anatomy, which also had a head. I kept my hand on the base of him and slid my mouth over him. It was as if I was swallowing him down. It was a struggle to get all the way down, but the trick was not to fight it.
When my lip felt the solid touch of the front of his body, then, and only then, did I let myself begin to slide back up. I came off him breathless, but pleased. I didn't give him time to catch his breath, only for me to catch mine. I slid my mouth back over him, swallowed him down, until the back of my throat convulsed around the end of him, so deep, so terribly deep. I slid back up the long, thick, shaft of him, then forced myself down, down, until I met his body with my lips, and there was nowhere else to go, no more of him to take inside me. Only when I knew I couldn't take anymore, that one more thime shoving him so deep in my throat would hurt, did I let myself stop swallowing. I let the wetness of my mouth trail behind my lips, slide down the thickness of him, trail in thick, wet, lines down the shaft of him, until he was as wet from my mouth as he would have been between my legs.
I raised my mouth off of him, my own saliva trailing in lines from my mouth to his body. I raised up and turned carefully, slowly, so he'd get the full visual.
He was staring down at me, his eyes too wide, face almost frantic...
Haha! That's enough for tonight.
Sorry, got a little carried away there. Anyone still with me?
His face gazed down at me. The pure brown of his eyes like chocolate, the look in them already a little unfocused, when all I'd done was lay my cheek against his thigh and breathed out along his testicles. A feather of a touch, and already his face was showing the effect, as were other parts of his body.
I settled my cheek against his thigh, the way a cat will scent mark you, rubbing back and forth. Just that, nothing more, but it made him writhe. His legs tensing around me, so that they flexed on either side of my body. The feel of even that much made me close my eyes and rest my cheek between his legs, so that my face was cradled, oh, so gently against the soft warmth of his testicles. I nestled my mouth against that silky skin. The tiny stiff hairs tickled along my face as I licked that soft, moveable skin. More hair to tickle along my lips. I preferred smoother skin, a little less fuzzy. But of course, I could have that by simply moving up.
I went up on my knees and licked along the front of his shaft, licked it like it was a big piece of candy, and I didn't want it to melt. Licked it back and forth, up and down, just on the front of his shaft, until he cried out, and his hands convulsed on the red sheets.
I raised up so that I was kneeling between his legs. I looked down at him, the eagerness in his eyes, his face, his whole body. I could feel what he wanted, feel it almost like he was yelling it in my head.
I wrapped my hand around the base of him, and found that he was, oh, so hard. I squeezed him, one quick pulse, and it stole his words, made his breath shudder from between his lips.
I turned so that I was facing away from him, but facing directly anouther part of his anatomy, which also had a head. I kept my hand on the base of him and slid my mouth over him. It was as if I was swallowing him down. It was a struggle to get all the way down, but the trick was not to fight it.
When my lip felt the solid touch of the front of his body, then, and only then, did I let myself begin to slide back up. I came off him breathless, but pleased. I didn't give him time to catch his breath, only for me to catch mine. I slid my mouth back over him, swallowed him down, until the back of my throat convulsed around the end of him, so deep, so terribly deep. I slid back up the long, thick, shaft of him, then forced myself down, down, until I met his body with my lips, and there was nowhere else to go, no more of him to take inside me. Only when I knew I couldn't take anymore, that one more thime shoving him so deep in my throat would hurt, did I let myself stop swallowing. I let the wetness of my mouth trail behind my lips, slide down the thickness of him, trail in thick, wet, lines down the shaft of him, until he was as wet from my mouth as he would have been between my legs.
I raised my mouth off of him, my own saliva trailing in lines from my mouth to his body. I raised up and turned carefully, slowly, so he'd get the full visual.
He was staring down at me, his eyes too wide, face almost frantic...
Haha! That's enough for tonight.
Sorry, got a little carried away there. Anyone still with me?
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