I caught him staring at my prized pout. God, he loved my mouth! My luscious lips. Each time my pearly's bit down on them he grew at least another inch. Every smirk was a tantalizing effort to stiffen his emotions.. And dick.
I finally placed it in my palm. The exposed skin was smooth, feverish, (on my mind) NOM! He couldn't stand the anticipation of the first kiss. So, I puckered, a dewy bit, and rested these negotiators on his tip.
"Ooh, shit!"
Yeah, I smiled. I was definitely going to enjoy this.
With a tongue three inches wide I slid. It was slow down the shaft with extra pressure poised to his lid.
"Yessss," he hissed.
He watched from his spot in the sky. Wanting to get a much better view, he placed his hands firmly on both my decadent thighs. His frame more than towered over mine, but I knew I was in charge when I gazed in his eyes.
Thicker, throbbing, and more penetrating he became with my added motions. Dripping, quipping, and slick he panted from my throat-box ocean.
His swinging pair felt neglected, so I took them all in. I let my hand glide up his length and stopped at the tip to spin.
"Black Beauty goin' in!"
I juggled three things at once; his praise was my encouragement. I consumed and tasted, devoured and provoked until he came and was beyond spent.
Caused my grip to relent. He shook and spasmed as if he had nothing left. I spat and rinsed, alcohol and kids don't mix. He cleaned, pissed, zipped, but didn't leave without another kiss.
"Damn, I love your lips!"
Another. And another.
"Tonight, I want the ones between those thick ass hips!"
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