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The Blowjob

A beautiful figure silhouetted against the light of porn.

That's a memory that'll stay with John to his grave. As will the image of the busty blonde waitress lightly pulling the door closed behind her sultry swinging hips to once again surround him in the soft haze of lust, before silently dropping to her knees and crawling the last few aching inches to his throbbing cock.

John watched in awe then moaned in lust as this complete stranger began slowly running her tongue from his balls up the underside of his tight shaft, the flat of her tongue learning every bump and pulsing vein before rocking side to side as her tip met his. She once more teased the shaft, dragged her tongue back up agonisingly slowly, then engulfed his swollen head with soft luscious lips.

Her beautiful sparkling eyes locked onto his, and with her succulent lips wrapped around his shaft and a perfect suction, the blonde beauty bobbed her head on John's cock.

This was heaven. John stared transfixed as more and more of his rock hard cock disappeared suck by suck into that amazing mouth, bathed in a halo of hardcore porn-flesh still streaming from the cubical. He was already near the edge, and she seemed intent on keeping him there locked in pleasure - he had written "long sensual blowjob," how long was this babe's "long."

John put his hands behind his head, took in the porn, and relaxed into a cloud of hazy pleasure.