I couldn’t wait to bury my face in them, if he’d let me.
He moaned, fingers tangled in my hair. “Yes…fuck yes…”
I rocked back and forth, building up my speed, taking his long, girthy shaft down to the root. Showing off my highly tolerant gag reflex.
Not to toot my own horn too hard, but I gave good head.
Just call me the BJ Whisperer.
Adjusting my position, I worked my magic, holding tightly to his butt cheeks, fucking him with my mouth, my own precum leaking from the sounds he made and the pulsing of his cock.
The closer he got to the edge, the harder his fingers pressed into my scalp.
“Isaac,” he wheezed. “Isaac…fuck…I can’t…I can’t…I’m coming…”
Hot jets exploded down my throat, so thick and fast. I welcomed all of it, drinking him down, unrelenting in my rhythm until he couldn’t take anymore.
Panting, he pulled out of me, collapsing onto his back. The bed bounced and I licked traces of him from my lips.
“You taste so good,” I said, watching him catch his breath.
The High Coven had eradicated all diseases, so Iwas free to swallow as much cum as I liked.
I wanted more.
I faced him, sweat beading his brow. “That was awesome.”
“Thanks, honey.” I slid my hand to his chest, playing with his chest hair.
What a body. What a cock.
Did we really just dothat?
He laughed. “What about you?”
“I’m hard as fuck.”
He glanced down at his cock. “So am I.”
What was he getting at here? “Okay…”
He began to stroke himself. “Can you…crap.”
“What is it?”
“This feels awkward to ask.”
“You’ve just jazzed down my throat,” I countered. “Time to leave awkwardness at the door.”
After a chuckle, he said, “Can you ride me?”
I snorted with laughter and his forehead creased.
“Or not,” he answered, going to sit up.
I moved quickly, straddling him, pushing him back down. “Where’s your lube?”
His eyes widened. “You weren’t taking the piss?”
