She returns the favor

Abby’s eyes blink open and she gives me a dazed look. “I would follow you anywhere for that tongue,” she breathes. Then she scrambles to her feet. “My turn,” she says urgently. With quick, practiced movements she divests me of my pants and boxers; I kick them aside and she pushes me down onto the couch. She kneels down and gazes blissfully at my dick. “What a beautiful hunk of man-meat,” she breathes. “So thick . . . and long . . .” She gently kisses the tip of my knob; her lips part slightly and the tip of her pink tongue emerges to lick around the hole. “. . . and soft . . .”

Abby looks up, gazing raptly into my eyes. The next thing I know, she’s still gazing into my eyes, but her nose is in my pubic hair. She swallows furiously, rippling her throat around my shaft, then pulls almost all the way off and deepthroats me again. I groan in pleasure, making her eyes sparkle. She bobs her head up and down several times, pausing at the deepest point to work my knob with her pussy-soft throat, then pulls off and starts kissing her way up and down my shaft. She sucks gently on my skin, caresses it with her lips, and laves it with her tongue—and all the time, her lust-filled eyes are locked on mine. “Fuck, Abby, you’re good at that,” I say, my voice husky. “I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Good,” she purrs. “Just let me know when you’re ready to cum.”

“Sure,” I tell her, figuring she doesn’t like to swallow. Then I groan as Abby starts throat-fucking me again. This time, she doesn’t take me all the way in every time—she varies the depth with each downstroke of her head. Several times she gets my knob just inside her throat and swallows. It isn’t long before I feel my balls begin to boil. “I’m about to cum,” I say, forcing the words out.

To my surprise, Abby pulls off until just my helmet is in her mouth, coiling her tongue restlessly around it, and sucks me like she’s trying to find the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop. That does it. “Cumming . . .” I grind out, then cut loose with a roar as orgasmic fire lashes my nerves.

When she feels the first spray of my cream, Abby opens her mouth wide so I can see it spurting onto her tongue, which is just teasing the underside of my cockhead. Her eyes glow as I unload into her mouth, blast after blast of cum.

As the flow slows to a trickle, Abby fastens her mouth around my glans and cleans me off quite thoroughly. She pulls off with a pop and licks her lips. “You taste good,” she coos.