69 ways to fluff your lover

I lie down on my back and Jenna swings into 69 position above me. She starts off with her ass up in the air so I can see her tits hanging down and her lips claiming my balls; then she lowers her hips to my face, filling my senses with the bittersweet spice of aroused Jenna. I palm her tits, caressing her soft skin with my fingertips, rubbing her responsive little nipples along my head lines, and lightly squeezing her supple flesh. She starts off rubbing her quim along my face, but as soon as I get the chance I suck her clit as deep into my mouth as I can. She whimpers around my balls and holds still.

Jenna sucks one ball into her mouth, pulling just a little and rolling it on her tongue, then does the same to the other. She licks up and down my cock, moaning at my ministrations as I caress her button with my lips and tongue. When she engulfs my cockhead with her warm, wet mouth, she pulls back with her head as if trying to pull it erect. It slips out with a soft popping sound and she claims it again, sucking harder and painting it with the flat of her tongue.

It’s not long before I’m fully erect again. I know Jenna’s going to swing around and fuck me, but I want to make her cum first. I give both nipples a three-fingered pinch, suck hard, and fire up the bass line from “Another One Bites the Dust.” (I very briefly considered using “I Want You Back,” but the irony seemed a bit much.) It only takes a phrase and a half or so before Jenna bites the dust, tossing her strawberry-blonde hair and howling as her orgasm rips through her like a blast wave of pleasure. She pushes back hard against my face, filling my nose with her juices, so I suck harder and hum louder. She coils and flexes wildly above me, then rolls off in one frantic movement. We both take deep, shuddering breaths and lie still.

“Fuck, lover,” Jenna says in a wobbly voice, “you’re a world-class cuntlicker. How you blow my fucking mind every—single—time I have no fucking idea. It shouldn’t be possible.”

“Well, sexy girl,” I respond in a voice that’s no steadier, “you’re an addictive little cocksucker, so I think it’s a fair trade.”

Jenna spins around to rest on top of me and gives me a deep, hungry kiss, our mouths fucking by proxy. “Ooooh, baby,” she coos when she breaks off, “you say the sweetest things.”