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SeyiDominion:
“Not that,” she said, “though that’s part of the deal, of course. No, what I want is for you to promise to learn how to give me MouthAction after I suck that lovely penis of yours. Will you promise me that? I don’t want you to leave me high and dry, Bobby Alashe.”

“I promise,” he wheezed, with the little breath that was in his lungs. They didn’t seem to be working normally.

“Do you swear?” she asked, extending one slim hand.

He got his hand up and she hooked his little finger with hers.

“Now,” she said, pulling him by their interlocked little fingers. “I think you should sit down for this. You don’t look too steady.”

She took him to the couch and he fell backwards onto it. She got to her knees and her hands moved his knees apart. He watched through a tunnel as her face got closer and closer to his sex organ.

He was afraid he was going to pass out and miss it.

Fortunately, he didn’t pass out.

The second he felt the heat of her mouth on the glans of his penis, the tunnel opened up. All he could see was all that lustrous hair. In a very quick, errant thought, he imagined that his pubes had suddenly grown a foot long.

He had seen blow jobs being given in porn videos, but this wasn’t like that. She sucked just the tip for what seemed like hours, but he was sure was only seconds, swirling her tongue around the knob. Then she shoved her face forward and his entire cock was engulfed in wet heat. She pulled up and coughed, and then sucked about half of it, creating a strong suction but not moving her head. He felt the suction release and she went back to the tip. She pulled off and looked up at him with a smile.

“I’m not used to having this much in my mouth,” she said. “I’ve missed this.”

“Hmnnnn,” he responded, unable to form actual words.

She went back on and then pulled off to stroke his penis several times. Again, she looked up at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to put this in me? I’d really love to be stretched and filled.”

“Argnmph,” he answered her. It meant he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

“Maybe later,” she said.

Then she sucked his cock like it was a popsicle and she’d been stranded in the desert for days. It was like she was trying to drink from a clogged straw.

"Hmn....!” he warned her.

When he went off, it made no difference to her. She sucked and swallowed and then sucked some more. Her fingers tickled his balls and she went all the way on again. This time she didn’t cough but her throat squeezed and let go in a rhythmic manner that milked every drop from his poor, aching testicles.

Finally she pulled off with a last suck and there was a slight popping noise as her lips closed. She leaned forward to kiss his chest and then his chin and finally his lips.

“You have to take me with that,” she whispered.

“Not ... for ... a year ... or ... two,” he panted. “It will ... take me ... that long ... to ... get ... hard again.”

“My turn!” she said.

Suddenly she wasn’t a woman in her late twenties. Now she was an anxious, Hot girl who wasn’t telling him to stop, or take his hands away, or that things were moving too fast. She pulled him up and, as he stood there, shimmied out of her sundress. Almost like magic she bent and those yellow panties were on the floor. She stepped daintily out of them and then flopped down on the couch with her legs spread wide. There, in front of him, was the wet dream that was Princess Johnson.

Her pussy lips glistened. They were fat and luscious, as he had imagined them, and they pulled apart to give just a hint of the dark tunnel that led inside her. Something milky formed a flawed cobweb stretching from one swollen lip to the other. She reached with both hands to spread her labia apart even further and exposed the startlingly big bump that he knew was her clit.

“Suck that,” she said, putting one dainty painted nail on the bump. “Lick it and suck it and play with it until I scream.”

He leaned in to examine things and her hands reached to grasp his hair. She pulled, and his face mashed into her naked, wet, warm pussy. He licked once, as his nose rubbed that bump, and then he moved his lips up to capture the little nub between them. He squeezed his lips together like he did when he “bit off” a string of spaghetti, and she whined. That sound, the whimpering groan that came from her throat, made his prick try to get stiff again. It failed, and his balls ached some more.

He sucked, trying to get the whole bud into his mouth, but it slipped out. He tried again, and it turned into a game of nip, pull, and let it pop free, only to do it all over again.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Just like that!”

He was aware that an empty vagina was right there, and he had to explore. He did that with the index finger of his right hand, and found a warm, not-so-tight enclosure. He added his middle finger and pushed. Her hips bumped up and both the quality and volume of the noises she was making increased.

Suddenly he was frustrated that he couldn’t get her clit into his mouth and keep it there. It kept popping out.

So he bit it gently with his teeth, and pulled, just a little, as if he were trying to stretch it and make it longer.

He almost hurt her, because when he did that her whole body writhed. It was her grip on his hair that prevented him from biting too hard, or pulling too much. It was her scream, though, that made him let go of her poor clit. He was afraid he’d hurt her, because that scream was loud, so he lapped at her slit with the flat of his tongue, just trying to soothe it.

Her grip on his hair never let go, and she pulled his face up and away from her sex. She pulled it up her body and his eyes barely saw the belly ring in her navel as they passed by. She brought his face to her breasts and used them as a towel to rub her juices off his face. Then she pulled his head up until she could kiss him.

She told him to go so she could take a shower and appear normal when Bayo got home.




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