He's not an idiot

“Red, it was implied that my cock should remain on your face at all times.” Watching her shoulders start to shake as Nick paused, “However, I explicitly said to taste my ball sack. You are being proficient completing that order. Don’t compound one mistake with another by stopping.”

MJ moved with ease, shoulders relaxing as she continued her lick up to the base of his cock. Next, she moved to the right than left ball. Slobbering all over him, her brain was at complete ease again, endorphins pumping through her from the cycling, the previous orgasm and coming down from the scare. She put her all into pleasing his nutsack.

Nick was astonished at the sounds she was making. It sounded to him as if she was making out with her favorite ice cream. It was so wet. The slurping sounds only stopped when she added a quick peck here, or a larger full lipped ball smacker of a kiss. The woman looked completely at ease being the biggest slut Nick had ever seen, and he regularly fucked whores. In a sense, it was clear to him now the difference between someone he paid and someone who did it for their own pleasure, which was his pleasure.

In a moment of inspiration, she did something she had done with no-one else, only with Nick in his apartment, she gently sucked his left ball into her mouth, fitting it completely between her beautiful lips, using her tongue on it in a way she had only ever done when playing tonsil hockey with Peter at their most loving moments. She knew she was on to something when she heard Nick moan for the first time and she swore she could feel cum begin to build and boil.

She kept at it until she felt Nick tap her head and she knew through kismet that he wanted her to switch to his right ball and she did. To change things up she began humming her favorite bedtime lullaby, one her mother said she had learned from Peter’s aunt.

“Enough Red, that is enough.” Nick said, letting her move back to her initial position before reaching down and slapping his cock back in the same place with an all too dry ‘THWAP’. “Now you should be happy, can you feel how long and hard I am now Red?”

“Yes, sir, I’m glad you are pleased, and excited.”

“Now Red as a newly appointed ball sack connoisseur tell me about this vintage.”

“Yes, sir. I first have to say I loved the taste. It was robust, briny but sweet with a hint of lemon. That last one surprised me. It was pure man aside from that.”

Nick was slightly amazed at her taste buds, she could taste the residue from the lemon-flavored condom he had used with Mrs. Brant, Brent, Whatever early in the morning. He could use this later, he already knew how.

“That is an interesting, congrats. Now I want you to remember that taste and think of how you belong on your knees before me when you taste it again.”

“Yes, sir.” Again a mega-watt smile lit up on her face.

“Now, I want you to open your eyes and put your hands up as high as you can cupped together like you were begging for something. I have decided my giant prick is too dry.”