Darryl comes in Abbie's mouth

That wink nearly sent Darryl over the edge. He was already on the verge of an orgasm, and when Abbie winked at him, he thought he was done. Abbie felt it too, and decided that if he was going to come, she may as well be there for it. But Darryl clenched his body and thrust his hips forward hard, taking Abbie's mouth very deep, and sustaining the moment -- at least for a moment longer.

Abbie would have smiled, if her mouth wasn't full. She was extremely pleased to know that Darryl was responding to her advances. She didn't know him, of course, but she enjoyed the banter they had, and she felt like she liked him, despite being almost complete strangers. In another world, perhaps, she thought. She had been honest when she told him that this moment was everything a girl could hope for. She was always honest. And what was there not to like? He was clearly excited by her, by her touch, by her body, by her eagerness to please him.

She could feel him getting closer. She had a hand on his thigh, and felt his muscles contracting. She glanced up to watch his face -- his eyes were closed. He was focused. Abbie slowed her movements, bobbing her head back and forth steadily, mechanically. Inside her mouth, she worked her tongue around his shaft, but her movement to and fro was very even and consistent.

Darryl's breathing began to match, even and consistent. Abbie moved her hands along his body, holding his legs, touching his stomach, reaching as far up onto his chest as she could while still remaining on her knees. She could feel him breathing, his breaths falling in sync with her sucking.

Intentionally, Abbie broke the pattern so that they were mismatched. Each time, however, she felt him adjust his breathing to re-sync with her. He wanted to be on her clock. It became a bit of a game for Abbie, and she enjoyed his adherence to being aligned with her.

They had just fallen back into rhythm with each other when Darryl took a gasping breath.

"Oh ... oh!" he grunted.

He thrust his hips forward, pressing his body against Abbie's face. She quickly gripped him from behind, holding his ass in her hands, her fingernails digging into his skin.

"Oh!" Darryl blurted again. This time, Abbie felt his cock spasming, and initially just a single spurt in her mouth. She continued to slid her lips back and forth across him, now moving one hand to the base of his cock.

"Uhhh ..." Darryl moaned. His upper body convulsed. He put his hands on Abbie's shoulders for balance, his hips bucking, pulsing against her face. Each pulse triggered another shot of semen into the back of Abbie's throat. Two, three, four. Abbie was beginning to wonder how much there would be, and if she would have to adjust to accommodate him.

Darryl began to calm, but his cock was still twitching, still pumping into Abbie's face. Five shots, six, seven. Abbie slowly pulled her face back from Darryl's body, not yet releasing him from her lips. Eight, nine.

"Oh my ... god!" Darryl exhaled dramatically, gasping for breath. Then he smirked as he felt one more pulse shoot through him. Ten.

Abbie put her hands on his dick as she carefully slid him out of her mouth. She could feel that her mouth was full, nearly overflowing, with an abundance of sperm. She hadn't exactly counted, but assumed that there had been about ten spurts to his orgasm.

Still holding Darryl's cock with her hands, Abbie sat back on her heels. She gently stroked Darryl a bit, feeling him begin to soften after his orgasm.

"Wait," Darryl said, catching his breath.

Abbie stopped herself from what her instinctual reaction, which was to swallow. She had a slightly puzzled look on her face as she peered up at Darryl. She couldn't speak, but what did her want?

"Show me," he said. "Will you please show me?"

With her lips still tightly closed, Abbie smiled. It had been a very large load, and she figured that maybe Darryl wanted to see the results. Abbie tilted her head back. She could feel the warm jizz tickling the back of her throat, coating her tongue. She slowly opened her mouth, careful of the angle of her head, careful that nothing would leak out of the sides.

"Wow," Darryl marveled, peering into her mouth. "Either you have a small mouth or I came a lot."

Abbie quickly snapped her lips shut as she tried to stifle a laugh. She let go of Darryl's dick, gently pushing him away.

"What?" said Darryl, teasing her. "One of those things is true, right?"

Abbie nodded.

"I just don't know which."

Abbie shook her head and looked down, mostly trying to just break eye contact for a moment so she could collect herself. She looked back up at Darryl and held up two fingers.

Darryl nodded. "Yeah, it felt like a lot."

Abbie nodded again, trying to agree without breaking the moment of not swallowing.

"It's been a while," Darryl continued. Abbie nodded along with everything he said. "I mean, I masturbate sometimes, but ... now that I think of it, it's been a while for that too. You know how, sometimes, it kind of saves up, you know? Maybe you don't know."

Abbie kept looking at him, and began to idly rub her breasts as he talked. She was comfortable waiting, but ready to swallow.

"My god, you start touching yourself again, then I don't know ..." Darryl said, hypnotized watching her.

Abbie rose up onto her knees again. She kept touching her breasts with one hand, but lowered her other to between her legs. She gently touched her pussy with two fingers, and rocked her body up and down a bit. She kept her eyes on Darryl, who stared back, transfixed.