On her tits

"Take off the tank top. It would be so hot to come on your tits," I told her. Her eyes flashed some extra heat my way, and I saw her grin around my shaft. She liked the idea. I groaned when she pulled me out of her luscious lips. My cock glistened with her saliva.

"Oh, yeah. That's a great idea."

Alison pulled the short shirt off over her head, and her tits bounced free, round and perfect. Her nipples were dark red, like ripe grapes. An image of me sucking those nipples crossed your brain, along with an audio tape of her moaning. In my brief daydream, I licked my own cum off her breasts and belly.

Alison sat on the floor and extended her legs past mine. She unzipped the side of the skirt and shimmied out of it, drawing her knees to her chest to get it off her feet. She wore a tiny red thong that barely covered her crotch. Her patch of hair couldn't be very big, if it's not completely shaved. "I don't want to pull a Monica on my skirt," she explained.

She knelt again, licking her lips as she gazed at my stiff Johnson. I groaned as she dove in, swallowing half in one gulp and then resting. She soon bobbed in and out, twirling her tongue on my meat. The tingling came back to my balls, and I knew I was seconds from squirting.