Oh, no. Not yet.I pull back.
Daphne’s chest heaves in heavy pants, her eyes going wide as she watches me lean away from her pussy.
“What?” Her confusion makes me chuckle.
I stand upright on shaky legs, then silently unbutton the jacket of my tuxedo. Slowly, I unbutton my pants.
Daphne watches me strip with her legs still parted. Her lipstick-smudged lips part as her anticipation builds. Her gaze is locked onto my groin.
Taking my time, I slide my hand under the waistband of my briefs and give my hard cock a gentle tug. I stroke it, letting her watch my hand move up and down over the shaft before I push the waistband down enough to free my cock and balls from the restraining fabric.
Daphne’s lips dart out, sliding along that pink lipstick.
“Want a taste?” I offer as my hand goes back to slowly stroking my cock.
As she nods, a drop of pre-cum glistens from the tip. I step forward, and like a damn magnet, her lips wrap around the head of my cock. Her tongue swirls over the head, and I’m sucked into the nirvana of her mouth. Her tongue lashes and circles over me. Her lips glide lower with each stroke down my shaft.
I cup the back of her head as my girlfriend’s head bobs up and down. Her cheeks pucker in as she creates the most glorious sucking feeling against my cock.
Christ, I could come like this. Fill her mouth and make her show me before she swallows.
But not yet. We have all night.
My fingers wind into her soft curls still stiff with hairspray. I’m careful not to tug too hard on her hair as I keep her head still and shove my cock deeper.
Daphne gags, and I pull back.
But her hand wraps around me, and her fingernails dig into the fabric so hard that her nails bite against my ass.
“Show me what that mouth can do, Princess.”
Daphne grips me harder, and she tenses as she leans in.
Her lips disappear against the base of my cock as she goes still, struggling to keep it down before she chokes ever so slightly.
As she pulls back, I’m seeing bright lights behind my eyelids every time I fucking blink. Daphne’s hot tongue lashes the underside of my cock in quick strokes as she keeps me in her mouth, catching her breath around the swollen head.
“Again,” I tell her.
And again, she swallows me, more relaxed this time. She keeps it down longer, and my balls tighten. Heat builds at the base of my spine.
I force myself out of her talented mouth before I lose myself.
But she dives under my cock.
One of her hands releases my ass and circles around the head, pumping with her spit as lube.
Her tongue swipes between my balls.
I’m seeing shooting stars, and the sensations are overwhelming. Daphne’s tongue swirls over me, taking one ball into her mouth, then the other as her hand milks me.
“Eyes on me,” she mimics.
I laugh, and that breaks the spell her wicked tongue has over me.
I step out of her grasp before I lose myself to her.
Now I’m the one panting and on the edge of an orgasm.
