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"I want to taste some skin," she says. "Take off the rubber, and let me blow you."

"Hell, yeah," I grunt, imagining those lips wrapped around my pole. I pull out of her pussy, and roll the condom off my cock.

"Here, I'll get rid of that." Mark takes the condom from my hand, and drops it in the wastebasket beside the door. Meanwhile, Bridget slides off the bed, her knees hitting the soft carpet. She stares up at me seductively.

"Where's my treat?" she asks. "Ah, there it is!" Without further ado, she grasps my shaft at the base and engulfs my glans with her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. With all the stimulation I've already received from her pussy, I almost blow my load right then and there.

"Whoa!" I say. "Slow down!"

She pops off my cock. "Sorry," she pouts. "I'll be more careful. How's this?" Her tongue flicks out and licks across my urethra, scooping up the accumulating precum.

"Gah!"

"Ah, well," she says. "It doesn't seem like I have much time whatever my technique." She attacks my cock with vigor, mouth swallowing me over halfway down the shaft. I can feel her throat muscles against my tip. She pushes harder, and suddenly my glans is lodged in her throat, massaged on all sides. Her tongue swirls about my shaft, and her lips form a vacuum-tight seal around the base of my cock.

It's too much. The cum in my balls boils and surges, shooting straight down her throat. She chokes a bit, but remains firmly planted around my cock until the last of the load has dribbled out. Then she pulls off, coughs a couple of times, and rises to her feet.

I stare at my shrinking tool, covered in smears of saliva and lipstick. Mark hands Bridget a rag, which she uses to wipe her mouth before running it over my cock, cleaning up most of the mess. "There!" she says brightly. "I just ruined blowjobs for you."

"It's true," says Mark proudly. "You aren't going to find many girls that will go down on you with as much skill and dedication as my Bridget."

"I...I can imagine." I'm still in a daze from my climax.

"You'll probably want to get dressed now," Mark prompts.

I shake my head to clear it. "Sure... But, wait. I didn't make you come!"

"Eh, don't worry about that," says Bridget. "Mark will take care of me after you leave."

"Will... Will we ever get to do that again sometime?" I ask as I slip on my boxers and pants.

"You tell me. You're the one with the writ."

When I've finished putting on my clothes, Mark and Bridget escort me to the front door, the latter still naked. She doesn't seem to care if any of the neighbors happen to see her in that state. They wave goodbye as I get in my car and pull away.

I'm grinning the entire way home. None of this feels real, but if it is... Then it's been the best day of my life so far.