Blow Job

I leaned in and kissed her. It didn't seem like she was totally into the kiss. But it was still hot, still impassioned. She began to massage my cock through my pants as she kissed me. I raised a hand and cupped her breast. It felt so soft, and she moaned a little as I lightly squeezed. Samantha fell to her knees in front of me and took my dick out of my pants. She looked me in the eyes and then took my shaft down her throat. She started slowly at first, but then began to build up some speed. 'This must be what throat fucking is?' I thought.

"Don't be too proud of yourself. I'm still really mad at you." Samantha said after she took my dick out of her mouth.

"I can probably live with that," I said as I put a hand on the back of her head and guided my cock back into her waiting mouth. I didn't think she was that mad at me though, despite her protests she really seemed to enjoy sucking my cock, and making it really sloppy. She stopped for a moment to take her shirt and bra off.

"I don't want my kids to see your jizz on my shirt." She said before taking my shaft into her throat.

"Where would you like to see my jizz?" She tried to take my dick out to speak, but I kept pushing it into her mouth. "Don't stop sucking, just tell me." Her muffled responses really turned me on, and I grabbed the back of her head to continue to throat fuck her.