Page 28 of S is for SEX

As she often did, she sucked my cock on and off. It seemed at times, especially when I was concentrating on her clit, that she forgot I even had one.

Don’t get me wrong, she paid plenty of attention to my cock, just not when I was sucking her pussy. It seemed when my tongue was inside of her, she simply lost focus.

Still hoisted in the air with her pussy pressed to my face, I nibbled her clit lightly while I fingered her.

Her mouth found my cock.

I closed my eyes, found my happy place, and began to circle her clit with my tongue.

She lifted her head.

“Cum in my mouth,” she said. “Before you kill me.”

She’d had multiple small orgasms, but nothing noteworthy.

I felt her mouth encompass me entirely. With her hand on my balls and my cock down her throat, she forced the tip against the back of her throat repeatedly.

In response, I fingered her and tortured her clit.

Her scent filled my nostrils, and drove me into a pussy licking frenzy.

Within seconds, her body began to quake.

I felt my balls tighten. An aching ran through me, warning me of my limited time. If she didn’t stop sucking, I was going to come down her throat. As much as I knew that was what she wanted, I wanted hers down my throat more.

I focused on her clit, fingered her with passion, and carefully sucked her clit with precision.

As she began to release herself into my willing mouth, I had every expectation of her lifting her head, but it never happened.

Instead, she buried my cock deeper in her throat.

I returned the favor, pressing my tongue into her.

As I released my orgasm into her warm mouth, she did the same for me.

Together we moaned, groaned, and reached climax like two people who were madly in love with each other.

And that was exactly what we were. Two people, madly in love.

In a relationship with a foundation formed from the results of a taped together game inside fifty-year-old cardboard box.

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