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swelled and her solar plexus trembled.
‘My God,’ she whispered, looking up innocently into his eyes. ‘I’m sure that it’s too big for . . .’
‘For that tight little slit between your legs with its fringe of curly hair?’ Then he made her work his foreskin. The glans was engorged, its profile strongly defined. Its scent welled up again.
‘You can make it even bigger by stroking it like this.’
He made her stroke the web in the cleft of the glans with the tip of her forefinger. The light touch caused the whole shaft to swell and stiffen.
‘Why does it do that?’ She gave him a doe-eyed look as she fingered the web gently.
He put his mouth to her ear. ‘So that when it pushes up the slippery, hot and pulsing, squirming, yearning slit between your lovely legs, it can fill it fully, miss.’ A hiss of a smile accompanied his words.
She pushed him back against the table and drew aside his shirt so she could see him in all his potent glory. Now that she had him horny and exposed she feltelated. So far, so good. But she knew that he could take control of her at any second and have her in any way he liked – he was too strong for her.
‘What do I do now?’ She looked at him with such innocence that she almost believed it herself.
‘Make a tube with your hand like this.’ He made her masturbate him slowly, his large hand curling over her fingers. ‘Now move it up and down. That’s perfect. You’ve got a natural touch.’
She smiled demurely. ‘I suppose I should be flattered. What now?’
He kissed her tenderly on the mouth, and brushed her hair with his fingertips, whispering, ‘Suck it. It likes to feel the heat of a woman’s mouth.’ He kissed her lips again and smiled. ‘When she wets it, it slides so easily between the lips of her cunt that it’s up to the hilt before she realises it’s in.’ His tone was so romantic it took the edge off the graphic reality of his words. But the reality set her senses alight all the same. Immediately, her body conjured up the feelings of what it would be like as the whole nine inches slipped inside her.
As she knelt to put her mouth to his glans, she breathed deeply of its musk.
‘How should I suck it?’ She looked up at him, past the purple head of the rearing penis, over the flat stomach and his swelling pectorals. His eyes were alight with the success he thought that he was having.
‘Just put your mouth over it and lick this with your tongue.’ He fingered the web. The veins of the shaft pulsed strongly as she kissed it gently. It was magnificent; as huge and strong and curved as any she’d ever had.
Now she opened her mouth, took in the whole helmet of the shaft and traced its sculpted edges with her lips. She tongued the web and made the whole shaft swell. As she drove her mouth down on him, he tugged at her hair, pulling her on to himself. When she glanced up,she saw that his eyes were closed as he felt the sensuous heat and wetness of her mouth.
As she fondled his testicles and slipped one into her mouth, he tensed.
She smiled. It always gave her a great sense of power to do that to a man. She only had to clench her teeth and . . .
He slipped his hands through her hair, kneading at her scalp. Then as she sucked him in, he began to moan and strain between her lips. Holding his scrotum firmly, she pulled him forward. She slid her hands around his hips to run them over the tight, muscular buttocks, and pushed his shorts down. When he stepped out of them she drove her mouth down on to the shaft, stretching his foreskin tightly with her lips, her tongue working at its web.
Then she felt him tense.
Quickly she pulled away, determined that he would not shoot just yet.
When she slipped his shirt off, she delighted in his nakedness. His eyes were tightly closed. With his penis at full hardness, it stood out from his body, her saliva running down its groove, its head shining with a deep, pink lustre from the wetness.
‘Lie down,’ she
‘My God,’ she whispered, looking up innocently into his eyes. ‘I’m sure that it’s too big for . . .’
‘For that tight little slit between your legs with its fringe of curly hair?’ Then he made her work his foreskin. The glans was engorged, its profile strongly defined. Its scent welled up again.
‘You can make it even bigger by stroking it like this.’
He made her stroke the web in the cleft of the glans with the tip of her forefinger. The light touch caused the whole shaft to swell and stiffen.
‘Why does it do that?’ She gave him a doe-eyed look as she fingered the web gently.
He put his mouth to her ear. ‘So that when it pushes up the slippery, hot and pulsing, squirming, yearning slit between your lovely legs, it can fill it fully, miss.’ A hiss of a smile accompanied his words.
She pushed him back against the table and drew aside his shirt so she could see him in all his potent glory. Now that she had him horny and exposed she feltelated. So far, so good. But she knew that he could take control of her at any second and have her in any way he liked – he was too strong for her.
‘What do I do now?’ She looked at him with such innocence that she almost believed it herself.
‘Make a tube with your hand like this.’ He made her masturbate him slowly, his large hand curling over her fingers. ‘Now move it up and down. That’s perfect. You’ve got a natural touch.’
She smiled demurely. ‘I suppose I should be flattered. What now?’
He kissed her tenderly on the mouth, and brushed her hair with his fingertips, whispering, ‘Suck it. It likes to feel the heat of a woman’s mouth.’ He kissed her lips again and smiled. ‘When she wets it, it slides so easily between the lips of her cunt that it’s up to the hilt before she realises it’s in.’ His tone was so romantic it took the edge off the graphic reality of his words. But the reality set her senses alight all the same. Immediately, her body conjured up the feelings of what it would be like as the whole nine inches slipped inside her.
As she knelt to put her mouth to his glans, she breathed deeply of its musk.
‘How should I suck it?’ She looked up at him, past the purple head of the rearing penis, over the flat stomach and his swelling pectorals. His eyes were alight with the success he thought that he was having.
‘Just put your mouth over it and lick this with your tongue.’ He fingered the web. The veins of the shaft pulsed strongly as she kissed it gently. It was magnificent; as huge and strong and curved as any she’d ever had.
Now she opened her mouth, took in the whole helmet of the shaft and traced its sculpted edges with her lips. She tongued the web and made the whole shaft swell. As she drove her mouth down on him, he tugged at her hair, pulling her on to himself. When she glanced up,she saw that his eyes were closed as he felt the sensuous heat and wetness of her mouth.
As she fondled his testicles and slipped one into her mouth, he tensed.
She smiled. It always gave her a great sense of power to do that to a man. She only had to clench her teeth and . . .
He slipped his hands through her hair, kneading at her scalp. Then as she sucked him in, he began to moan and strain between her lips. Holding his scrotum firmly, she pulled him forward. She slid her hands around his hips to run them over the tight, muscular buttocks, and pushed his shorts down. When he stepped out of them she drove her mouth down on to the shaft, stretching his foreskin tightly with her lips, her tongue working at its web.
Then she felt him tense.
Quickly she pulled away, determined that he would not shoot just yet.
When she slipped his shirt off, she delighted in his nakedness. His eyes were tightly closed. With his penis at full hardness, it stood out from his body, her saliva running down its groove, its head shining with a deep, pink lustre from the wetness.
‘Lie down,’ she
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