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Her mouth encased the tip of my cock. And then ran her tongue, that active tongue caressed the same tip. Her mouth was searing hot. She pumped my shaft with one hand; the other squeezed my thigh. I inhaled and held my breath; for a second there, I thought I was about to cum on initial contact.

I looked at Cynthia. She, with her attached gold-colour hair and smooth skin, looked up at me with dancing eyes. My cock remained in her mouth. I could make out that she was enjoying the whole thing as much as I did.

“How do you feel, baby?” she asked, throatily.

“The feeling is amazing,” I whispered. “Like a dream.”

She licked the underside of my shaft, lingering at the crest of the head. Her hand slipped down to my testicles and gave them a squeeze. That
was my weakness.

“Careful, too much love for the guy and this will be over quickly.”

“Good to know,” she said between licks. She continued to squeeze.

I gently placed my hand behind her head.

She pressed down on my hips, which I had raised. She placed her head around my cock again. She ran her thin, soft lips down until I hit the back
of her mouth, then slowly worked back up. Her tongue flicked at my tip, sending an electric pulse through my legs.

I groaned, loudly.

With my head locked between her lips, she gave it a soft bite. Then, she grabbed my shaft and pumped, twisting with her wrist. She ran her
fingernails over my balls with her other hand.

“Oh my goodness, that is perfect, I’m close,” I said.

It was indeed perfect. I thought of how many videos I had swiped through looking for a Mouth Gig scene like this one. And here I was,
experiencing it for real.

She switched from her fingernails to grabbing and kneading my testicles. That started the burn, the point of no return. Every inch of my
manhood lit up, nerves firing, blood pumping. My erection felt enormous and harder than I ever felt before. Like a hammer. I clenched my ass
cheeks.

“Babe, I’m going to cum.” I wondered briefly how she would handle that, but I couldn’t watch. My eyes were closed and my head faced the
ceiling.

I felt the surge run through my cock. It seemed to last forever, the burning in my balls continued as she kept pumping. Finally, the burning
stopped and I opened my eyes and looked at her.

Her eyes looked back at me, my still hard cock in her mouth. She gave my balls another gentle squeezing, then dragged her mouth away. With
a smile, she took a theatrical gulp. The semen erupted like a hot volcano. I felt hot sensation running through my body.

“Wow, that was a lot of, well, you know,” I managed to mutter, short of breath.

She wiped her lips and stood up to kiss me. I kissed her back. We felt thrillingly satisfied.




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Before continuing, I admired her for her dexterity. Black hair tangled, green eyes burning a hole through me, brown nipples bright against her pale, smooth skin. I squatted and kissed her knee, then slowly dragged my lips along her inner thigh. She clenched her thighs and cheeks and placed her hand on my he. My lips followed her inner thigh to her waist line. I then lifted my lips. She sighed and unclenched her cheeks. I kissed her navel and dragged my tongue heavily toward her cunt.

I lifted my head slightly and lowered my tongue over the v-region. I inhaled the smell of a woman, the scent of passion. My tongued hovered around gently, looking for the clitoris. I easily found it, a turgid button of flesh. I licked it, slowly at first, but gaining speed and pressure as she rocked and moaned.

“Oh goodness, I’m cumming,” she said, seconds after I started.

I increased my tempo until she moaned loudly and pressed her thighs tightly against my head. I slowed down, momentarily, then started up again. Only this time, my took my index finger and found her labial lips. While my tongue continued to groove, my finger probed. What it found were fleshy, inflamed coverings. My finger slid in easily, into a tight, wet space. I pumped my fingers slowly.

She had stopped moaning. I couldn’t hear anything; just the sound of her hips sliding back and forth on the sofa. The two-pronged attach continued for a few more moments, then she let out a moan. Loudly. I couldn’t understand what she said; it may not have been actual words.

But her body relaxed, her hips dropped back to the sofa and she touched my head.

“Baby, that’s amazing. It’s almost too much. I -” she was saying.

“Shhhh, I’m not done yet.”

She lifted her head and looked at me, my head still buried between her legs.

I unleashed full power of my tongue. It wasn’t particularly long, but it was very wide. I started at the top of her lips and, with just the tip of my tongue, slid down to the bottom. Then, I expanded the beast to full width and slowly licked up. And down. And up, each time pressing a bit deeper into the center. She clenched her thighs and tried to squeeze my head around it.

She tasted amazing. A salty, saucy, slightly metallic taste. Burning hot to the tongue. I worked my way up and down a few times and her
thighs shook spasmodically.

“Oh, oh, I came again. My goodness, my legs are shaky.” She pressed my head up, out of her crotch. I wiped my chin and looked up
expectantly.

“That was amazing. I need a break,” she said. She sat fully up and grabbed my head and pulled me in for a salty kiss. “And I think it’s your turn.”
I said, “If you insist. Where?”

She hopped off the sofa, naked. I pulled down my overstretched boxer while she reached out and grabbed my cock.

“Ah, there we are, my friend from last night.”

My boxer slid down my legs. She ran her nails along my inner thighs, stopping just short of my still covered crotch. I closed my eyes and took a
few deep breaths. It seemed like a fantasy and I wanted the moment to last. I felt Cynthia grab my balls. I obliged her. fully erect cock popped out and wildly flopped from side to side.

Her mouth encased the tip of my cock. And then ran her tongue, that active tongue caressed the same tip. Her mouth was searing hot. She pumped my shaft with one hand; the other squeezed my thigh. I inhaled and held my breath; for a second there, I thought I was about to cum on initial contact.

I looked at Cynthia. She, with her attached gold-colour hair and smooth skin, looked up at me with dancing eyes. My cock remained in her mouth. I could make out that she was enjoying the whole thing as much as I did.



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Nice one