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The look on his face as he slid impossibly hard cock between my lips only served to heighten my own enjoyment one thousand times over. I loved the feel of my lips wrapped around his rigid cock more than anything else in the world, save for that look. It was a look that betrayed his intense pleasure. It praised my talent for sucking him off and radiated a sense of wonder that made my pussy slick with welcoming juices that he would eventually take his turn at tasting.

I lay on my side, wrapping one palm around the base of his shaft and the other gently around his balls, massaging them softly. He knelt beside me, his erection poking out toward me, begging me to devour it. My lips parted over its head, creating a magically warm, wet vacuum into which I took him, deeper and deeper with an agonizingly slow pace that caused him to reflexively cast his hips forward. My lips pressed firmly around him, holding him in place as his breath seemed to catch in his throat.

I fell into a rhythmic pattern of pressuring and releasing him with my full mouth. All the while, the tip of my tongue flicked across the underside of his shaft. He marveled at my ability to completely envelope his cock inside of my mouth while still using my tongue to create such delicious sensations.

“God damn!” he half whispered, half shouted. “It’s just like being inside your pussy. But that tongue…oh fuck!”

His head tipped forward and his eyes were clenched shut. His hands wrapped themselves through my long hair, guiding my head as if he were face-fucking me. I wondered what thoughts, if any were going through his head, or if he was simply intent on being lost in his own pleasure.

I slid him deeper into my eager mouth, opening my throat to allow him to come illegal bahis as deeply inside of me as possible. My saliva pooled around him, dripping down his shaft and running over my clenched hand, which continued to pulse at the base of his enormous cock.

His right hand released my hair and moved onto my left breast, kneading it firmly and then pulling and twisting at the achingly erect nipple. His hips rocked slowly and almost imperceptibly as a shallow moan began building from his chest. I could feel my own wetness beginning to spread onto my inner thighs. When he moaned, I could not bear my vacant pussy any longer. It wanted him, yet I was torn between my own pleasure and his.

As if he were reading my mind, he ran his hand from my breast, along the valley of my waistline, over the ample curve of my hip and inward toward my throbbing, dripping sex. Effortlessly, he dipped his fingers into the heated pool between my thighs. I opened my legs and turned slightly onto my back, never allowing his cock to fall from my lips. A look of completely serenity painted his face as his fingers toyed with me, forcing me to squeal and hum. The vibrations sent rippling over his cock as I did so once again forced him to move his hips as if fucking my mouth. He had no control. He had to move. It was almost as if his life depended upon it.

These moments were delicious and I longed for them. In these moments I was transformed from my typical, sweet soccer mom persona into his dirty little sex toy. He loved that I could be a lady in public and a complete whore in our bedroom. I loved it too. The joy and pleasure that this transformation afforded me kept me in a state of near constant arousal. I wanted to be bad, to experiment and to push the envelope with illegal bahis siteleri each encounter. I wanted to be penetrated in every way a woman could be. My entire body responded to his pleasure. When I sucked his cock, my pussy throbbed and ached for him. When he fucked me, my mouth wanted to devour him, lick him and suck him until he succumbed and sent each precious drop of semen careening into my eager throat. At times, my desire was so strong that I thought I might need two men to satisfy me at the same time. This never seemed to threaten him. He understood me and accepted my drive. He did his best to be all things to me. He could fuck me, kiss me and play with my ass all at once. He could push his cock into my ass while pulling at my clit and nipples at the same time. He had magical ways of making orgasms literally crash over me, nearly destroying me with their strength and power. These images fueled my desire as I lay beside him intent only on his pleasure.

He had begun working two fingers inside of me, wriggling and pushing them about inside of my desperate cavern. Then there were three. The moist sound of his hand between my thighs accentuated the fact that I was dripping with female desire.

“I want to fuck you,” I mumbled around a mouthful of cock. He thrust harder and deeper into my mouth. Faster and faster he moved, as his hands found their way back to my hair, pushing my head deeply onto him. He began to hyperventilate and moan in the animalistic way that always preceded his most intense orgasms. He knew I wanted him, but he couldn’t stop now. His cock was on fire, burning and aching with a frenzy that could not be denied.

His voice spilled out in thin desperation. “Oh, fuck…suck it…suck it…mmmm…” And canlı bahis siteleri my voice came as well, as urgent as his, moaning and squealing around him. Interrupted only by the repeated gag of his cock against the back of my throat. My hand pulsed harder around the base of his shaft while my other now kneaded his ass. He jutted his ass backward slightly, afraid to move too far away lest his cock fall from my lips. I knew this movement well. It was his invitation to me to stimulate his ass. He loved it when I touched him, teasing him with the sweet, intermittent pressure of my fingertips, dragging them across his hole, making him want more. I pressed two fingers inside of him, deep, working them around, in and out. I began to finger fuck him, pressuring his G spot. He whimpered now, the sound of a wounded animal. He was mine, caught in my trap of seduction. He knew I would not free him and he would not struggle. He would instead, give in to me, and to his pleasure.

Back and forth his hips rocked, sending his cock into my throat in one motion and his ass into my fingers in reverse. Then I pulled him closer. My mouth fully consuming him, pulsing and licking as I hummed along his shaft and my fingers pressed tightly inside his ass. There was no mercy now, no relenting. I pleasured him from front to back until he literally screamed out, shattering the stillness of our home. His ass clenched, trapping my fingers there as his sweet, viscous load burst forth onto my tongue. The orgasm seemed to last forever. Beads of salty sweat ran down his brow and chest, raining onto my face and breasts.

He hadn’t fucked me, but it didn’t matter. This was never about physical penetration. I was in full arousal now, something that his wet mouth across my aching pussy could easily manage. I knew he would soon satisfy my physical needs. He likely had no idea how this experience has already sated my more important mental and emotional needs. This foreplay has always been the aphrodisiac that I most crave.

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