Pleasing my man
Clive beckoned me closer with a crooked finger, his cock already standing proud and demanding my attention. I approached , my eyes never leaving his as I dropped to my knees on the carpet. With a tremble of excitement, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his velvety shaft. He was hot, so hot that I could feel the pulse of his blood, the very essence of his masculine power, surging beneath my touch. I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head with a hunger that surprised even me, eager to taste the sweet nectar of his arousal.
His gasp of pleasure was music to my ears, and I took it as a cue to deepen my efforts. I slid down further, my cheeks hollowing with the effort as I took him deeper into the warm, wet recesses of my throat. The soft, needy sounds he made spurred me on, my own arousal building with every stroke of his cock against the sensitive roof of my mouth. My eyes watered, not from discomfort but from the sheer intensity of the moment—his taste, his scent, his power all wrapped up in one exquisite package that I greedily consumed.
My hand began to work in tandem with my mouth, my palm cupping the heavy weight of his balls, my fingers exploring the sensitive skin behind them with featherlight touches. His hips bucked in response, and a low, animalistic growl rumbled from his chest, urging me to take more of him. I obeyed, my mouth stretching to accommodate his growing length, my saliva mixing with his precum to create a slippery symphony of wet sounds that filled the room.
The tip of his cock grazed the back of my throat, and I could feel the swell of his impending release, the tightness in his muscles a silent plea for me to push him over the edge. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, savoring the saltiness of his skin, the veins pulsing with his need for me. His hands found my hair, his grip firm yet gentle, guiding my movements in a rhythm that matched the erratic beat of his pulse. The velvety softness of his cockhead grazed my tongue, sending electric currents of pleasure through my body, straight to my core.
As my head bobbed up and down, my eyes never leaving his, I could see the raw ecstasy etched on his face. His pupils dilated with every stroke, the lines around his mouth tightening as his teeth clenched with the effort to hold back. His breaths grew ragged, his chest rising and falling like the tides of a stormy sea. I knew he was close, and the knowledge fueled my own desire, my clit throbbing with the anticipation of his climax.
I slid one hand up his shaft, using the saliva as a slick guide, my thumb brushing against his frenulum, and felt the shiver that ran through him. His thighs tensed, and he let out a low moan that seemed to resonate through the very marrow of my bones. The salty tang of his precum grew stronger, and I swallowed around him, eager for the sweet release that was surely just moments away. The muscles in his abs clenched, a symphony of power and need, and I knew that the crescendo was approaching.
My other hand trailed up his body, my nails scraping lightly along his inner thighs, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. His legs parted further, giving me room to explore, to claim him fully. My fingertips danced closer to his ass, teasing the sensitive skin, and his hips thrust upwards, silently begging for more. I took the plunge, my index finger delving into his tight, warm channel, and the sound that tore from his throat was one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
His cock grew even harder in my mouth, and I knew he was balancing precariously on the precipice. I increased the pressure of my finger inside him, feeling the tightness give way to the sweetness of his need. His eyes rolled back in his head, his hips bucking wildly, and I held on, refusing to let him go until he was completely consumed by the maelstrom of his climax.
The first spurt of his release hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed greedily, the warmth and thickness of his cum sending a shiver down my spine. His grip on my hair tightened, and he pulled me closer, his cock pulsing with the force of his orgasm. Each spurt was a declaration of his dominance, a testament to the power I wielded over him. I took all of him, my throat working to accommodate his offering, my own body responding with a wave of pleasure that left me trembling.
As the last of his release filled my mouth, I pulled back slowly, my lips sliding against his sensitive shaft, savoring the final moments of our shared ecstasy. He watched me with a gaze that could melt the iciest of hearts, his chest heaving with the exertion of his climax. A drop of cum clung to the corner of my mouth, and I licked it away with a flick of my tongue, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.
His cock grew soft in my hand, and I gave it one final squeeze before releasing it to rest against his thigh. My eyes met his, and in that moment, there were no words needed—our connection was palpable, a silent conversation of passion and need. I sat back on my heels, my knees spread wide, my own arousal soaking my panties, the fabric sticking to my skin.
He reached down, his hand cupping my chin and lifting my gaze to meet his. "I love you Lynda," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Next time , let me show you what I can do for you."
His gasp of pleasure was music to my ears, and I took it as a cue to deepen my efforts. I slid down further, my cheeks hollowing with the effort as I took him deeper into the warm, wet recesses of my throat. The soft, needy sounds he made spurred me on, my own arousal building with every stroke of his cock against the sensitive roof of my mouth. My eyes watered, not from discomfort but from the sheer intensity of the moment—his taste, his scent, his power all wrapped up in one exquisite package that I greedily consumed.
My hand began to work in tandem with my mouth, my palm cupping the heavy weight of his balls, my fingers exploring the sensitive skin behind them with featherlight touches. His hips bucked in response, and a low, animalistic growl rumbled from his chest, urging me to take more of him. I obeyed, my mouth stretching to accommodate his growing length, my saliva mixing with his precum to create a slippery symphony of wet sounds that filled the room.
The tip of his cock grazed the back of my throat, and I could feel the swell of his impending release, the tightness in his muscles a silent plea for me to push him over the edge. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, savoring the saltiness of his skin, the veins pulsing with his need for me. His hands found my hair, his grip firm yet gentle, guiding my movements in a rhythm that matched the erratic beat of his pulse. The velvety softness of his cockhead grazed my tongue, sending electric currents of pleasure through my body, straight to my core.
As my head bobbed up and down, my eyes never leaving his, I could see the raw ecstasy etched on his face. His pupils dilated with every stroke, the lines around his mouth tightening as his teeth clenched with the effort to hold back. His breaths grew ragged, his chest rising and falling like the tides of a stormy sea. I knew he was close, and the knowledge fueled my own desire, my clit throbbing with the anticipation of his climax.
I slid one hand up his shaft, using the saliva as a slick guide, my thumb brushing against his frenulum, and felt the shiver that ran through him. His thighs tensed, and he let out a low moan that seemed to resonate through the very marrow of my bones. The salty tang of his precum grew stronger, and I swallowed around him, eager for the sweet release that was surely just moments away. The muscles in his abs clenched, a symphony of power and need, and I knew that the crescendo was approaching.
My other hand trailed up his body, my nails scraping lightly along his inner thighs, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. His legs parted further, giving me room to explore, to claim him fully. My fingertips danced closer to his ass, teasing the sensitive skin, and his hips thrust upwards, silently begging for more. I took the plunge, my index finger delving into his tight, warm channel, and the sound that tore from his throat was one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
His cock grew even harder in my mouth, and I knew he was balancing precariously on the precipice. I increased the pressure of my finger inside him, feeling the tightness give way to the sweetness of his need. His eyes rolled back in his head, his hips bucking wildly, and I held on, refusing to let him go until he was completely consumed by the maelstrom of his climax.
The first spurt of his release hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed greedily, the warmth and thickness of his cum sending a shiver down my spine. His grip on my hair tightened, and he pulled me closer, his cock pulsing with the force of his orgasm. Each spurt was a declaration of his dominance, a testament to the power I wielded over him. I took all of him, my throat working to accommodate his offering, my own body responding with a wave of pleasure that left me trembling.
As the last of his release filled my mouth, I pulled back slowly, my lips sliding against his sensitive shaft, savoring the final moments of our shared ecstasy. He watched me with a gaze that could melt the iciest of hearts, his chest heaving with the exertion of his climax. A drop of cum clung to the corner of my mouth, and I licked it away with a flick of my tongue, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.
His cock grew soft in my hand, and I gave it one final squeeze before releasing it to rest against his thigh. My eyes met his, and in that moment, there were no words needed—our connection was palpable, a silent conversation of passion and need. I sat back on my heels, my knees spread wide, my own arousal soaking my panties, the fabric sticking to my skin.
He reached down, his hand cupping my chin and lifting my gaze to meet his. "I love you Lynda," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Next time , let me show you what I can do for you."
3 月 前
