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I’m kneeling on the floor, sitting back on my feet, knees pressed together. There’s a chill as the air conditioner comes on and I shiver. I’m completely naked and the cold makes my nipples immediately perk. They swell against the cold metal running through them, begging to be touched. I’m tempted to oblige them, but tonight is not about me. I’m here to please you.
You come into the room still fully clothed. Though the lights are muted, I can see your cock growing, pressing against your slacks. You walk toward me, grinning expectantly. Once close enough, you stop, waiting to see what I’ll do. I untie and remove your shoes, then socks. I reach my hands up and run them down your chest, around to you back and then grab your ass, pulling your cock towards my mouth.
I drag my teeth up and down your shaft, rubbing the slippery fabric against you. I want to apply pressure, but I know my teeth will be too much, even through the fabric. Wrapping my lips around my teeth, I bite up and down your cock, feeling you pulsate with each nibble.
Your hands have found my hair that was hanging loosely down my back. Hungrily, you pull my head away from your cock and stand me up. Pulling me in close, you whisper gruffly in my ear, “I want to fuck your face.”
“Not yet,” I chide. I want to draw this out. I want to feel how much you want release before I give it to you. I want to show you how much I adore that cock.
I wrap my arms around your neck, giving you a deep kiss. Dragging Türbanlı escort my fingers around your neck and down your chest, I unbutton your shirt. I catch the scent of your cologne and let out a soft moan. You smell so good. Dragging my nails down your neck, I slip my hands over your shoulders, pulling your shirt off. My mouth continues its journey from your mouth, down the sensitive part on the side of your neck. My tongue traces your tendons, down to the collarbone, then teasing your nipple for a split second before finding its way to your belt.
My hands trace the belt, from the hips to the buckle. Slowly I undo the buckle, then use my teeth to undo your pants. Once undone, I leave them hanging from your waist as my mouth continues its journey south. I place my lips on your shaft, still covered by boxers. Humming, my lips vibrate against you, and I feel your cock pushing against me, trying to gain its freedom. Lips still working up and down your shaft, my hands coax your pants down over your ass and large package, sliding down to your ankles. I gently guide you back to the chair that is several feet behind.
“Sit please, sir.”
Once you’re seated, I remove your pants from your ankles, nails dragging down and then back up your legs. This time, I allow my hands to slide over your cock, applying gentle pressure. My finger finds the sensitive underside and draws circles, teasing. Then drag a knuckle up either side before grasping the tip in my claw.
You Ulus escort grab my hair, forcing me to look up at you. “I want to feel your mouth on my skin.”
I oblige, though not quiet how you hope yet. My teeth grab the band of your boxers, coaxing them down as I encourage you to stand. Freeing your cock at last, it springs out, smacking me in the face. I giggle, but still deny you my tongue on your cock. I kneel back in front of you as you kick three boxers off your feet.
Exposed, I sit back on my heels and examine your election. It looks so good, and I can see some pre-cum on the tip. I want to taste it. All in good time. I move my head closer to you once again. My mouth kisses and bites the crease of your groin. Fingers running up the inside of your thigh cause you to spread your legs apart slightly, just enough for my small hands to cup your testicles. The mouth follows, taking one testicle into it and gently sucking, then the other.
With a testicle still in my mouth, my hand gently grasps your cock and begins to stroke, the thumb applies pressure underneath. I let my thumb glide up over the tip, collecting the pre-cum. Looking up at you, I lick it from my thumb, teasing.
You groan at me. “You are so mean.”
Cupping your sac again, my tongue finally circles your tip and traces down the sensitive underside. I let my mouth envelope your swollen member, bobbing my head back and forth slowly. As I do, I pull you in further, and Üniversiteli escort saliva fills my mouth. This is exactly what I was hoping for. I spit the excess onto you, using it as a lubricant, sliding my hand up and down your cock.
“I want you to lay down,” I whisper.
Backing slowly to the bed, you’re careful not to lose my grip on your cock. As you lay down, I climb onto the bed between your legs. I shove my mouth onto your cock, as far as it will go, causing a slight gag and tightening around your tip. Again, I deposit the excess salvia on your cock and continue with the hand job, but this time putting my mouth over the tip and flicking my tongue back and forth.
I feel your hips responding to me, wanting to thrust into my mouth. I moan against you, letting you know I want it too. You grab my hair, this time to control your thrusting into my mouth. I relax my jaw as much as possible to allow you full access. I feel the tip of your cock slide into my throat, a little further with each thrust. It feels like trying to force a hose into a water balloon. Each time it slides a little further and I can feel the urgency as your thrusts increase. I moan, allowing my throat to vibrate and increase the sensation on your cock. In one final thrust, I feel your cock expand and the cum shoots down my throat. I feel you trembling, and as your erection lessens, I continue to gently suck, eliciting a gasp from you.
Satisfied that I didn’t miss any cum, I release your cock from my mouth. Laying with my head on your leg, I stay there a few minutes, just taking in the sight of your gorgeous cock and gently stroking it with my fingers. Your hand in my hair, I hear you drift off and know my goal is accomplished. At least for the moment.
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