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The important thing, she knew, was to keep his cock hard. Anyone was a moron to think the way to a man’s heart was his stomach. It was solely and utterly concentrated in his cock. Sometimes, she fancied he was like one of those odd dinosaurs that have “two brains”. She knew, through experience and preference, that when his cock was hard, all was right and direct in her world. Suck it or fuck it, lick it, tug it, rub your thumb over the precum slick head, milk his balls for cum — when she was doing those things, it was all good. Though lately…

She didn’t blame him. How could any one woman (or three, for that matter) keep up with the seemingly endless queues of online/on-cam women? Impossible. Hot fetishes and latest toys aside, she wondered of she’d started slipping. Could she still keep his cock hard and drooling with precum…all for her?

With a sly and wicked smile, she stood silhouetted in the threshold; a hand perched on her jutting hip, her head tilted with a question. “Shall I?” she silently sent him.

Deaf to her and involved, he still sat in front of the glowing computer screen, shoulders slumped, head bobbing slowly, Samsun Escort but he sensed her there behind him and spun his chair to face her.

Placing one high heeled foot in front of the other, she strolled closer; each movement of her thigh revealing more skin beneath his “borrowed” dress shirt. The already-swollen and pink outer lips of her pussy showing beneath the swish and drape of the shirt’s hems. She sighed heavily as she approached, making her breasts swell against the fabric, already punctuated with the twin dots of her erect nipples.

She shrugged off the unbuttoned shirt and reached out a fan of fingers to draw slowly along his thigh and crotch. “Oh, baby,” she said huskily. “Is that for me?” Her smiling eyes danced up into his closely. “You look like you could use a good blowjob.” Her wet tongue slid out and she dragged the tip over his cockhead, straining against his pants. “Mmmm. I want to taste you.”

She breathed through her nose mostly, but sometimes wetly and with a lot of tongue would make loud slurping sounds as her lips coursed up and down his thick rigid shaft. She loved twirling her Samsun Escort Bayan tongue tip around the head and then plunging the whole knob between her sucking lips. Up and down, long all-the-way-to-his-root sucks, then short, fast ones on the head. She rubbed his precum and her saliva along her cheek and lips, then immediately took him all the way in her mouth again. It was an Art form yo her, pleasing him this way. She almost dreaded him cumming though because it meant the end of sucking him off, pleasing his cock so directly, keeping him hard. For her, he always came too quickly. Though lately…

His cock erect and standing out like another forearm just above his ball sac, he slipped his wet shaft from her lips and plunged it back in again harder, then building a fucking rhythm assaulted her lips and tongue with his hardon. She gasped loudly over and over as his thick cock rammed into her mouth. It looked rough, felt rough, and she reveled in it. “Fuck. My. Mouth.” she groaned between moans. “Yeah, fuck it. Show me how you’re going to stretch my pussy later by fucking your cock in my mouth, baby.”

She Escort Samsun could feel his body shake from nerves the dirtier she talked. Good. Another key on her keyring of pleasure for him.

As her lips kissed his balls and lightly licked across the tightening sac, she knew he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate and pulled her mouth of him with a loud smack and a quick last hard suck on the head. “Don’t cum yet,” she whispered huskily.

His eyes focussed sharply and suddenly as she shifted her body around, never losing prime contact with his, skin to skin. She straddled his thighs and wrapped her fingers tight around his shaft. Her eyes half-closed and she murmured her way into a purr and growl.

“I want your cock. Your hard, throbbing, thick, beauitful cock in me. I want you to fuck me longer, faster, deeper and make me cum harder than I’ve ever cum before. Will you do that for me, baby?”

She felt the pulse throb along the veins of his cock as it pushed open her labia and grazed across the smooth wetness of her protruding clit.

She writhed on his thrusts, arms and legs stretching and then grasping him in a death throe, and then raking his skin with her nails as she rose up, up, up and then fell into the abyss of ecstasy. “Yes,” she cried, tears in her eyes. “Now again.”

She knew keeping his cock hard was important, though lately…

She thought she might step up her game.

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