Blow Job

He has really turned me on, and swiftly I seek to return the favour. Before I'm even consciously aware I was considering it, I quickly dive down to my knees, plenty my lips close to the same height as his mouth. I lie the length of his shaft, generally and slowly working my way down from his sack, pausing at the tip, before lifting my tongue and going back down to repeat the same motion once more. I look up as I do so, seeing the excitement plain on his face.

I like down hit once, twice more, and on the third time, he gently pressed his rod down into my open mouth. He stops just within at first, teasing, before thrusting it to the deterrence of my mouth on the next plunge. I look up at him seductively, as he pressed his cock down my throat. I enjoyed the sensation, though not too surprisingly, as I started working my throat down the length of his cock. I moaned slightly through it, as he pressed it harder down my throat, thrusting it in as I pressed myself down his shaft.

I managed to keep my hands at my sides, preferring to use only my thought, tongue and lips, to work him over. I could tell it was having an effect, the enjoyment was plainly written his face. He increased in speed, as he fucked my throat with ****. I took him down deep, sucking in as I did so. "Yea, that's right slut, take the whole shaft down . . yea, just like that. Keep working it, slut"

I might have hated some saying that, but instead, I just smiled, as I plunged his rod deep inside me once more. The speed increased, as I worked him faster, enjoying the moment. It does not take long before I feel him a load, though it was badly timed for me, shooting instead onto my face and bust. I feel the salty, sticky substance land upon me, some of which hit the carpet. More shot out soon later, as he finished the remainder, which largely spread over my face.

I licked my lips, looking up as he said, "Slut, you got a mess over your floor! You'd better clean that up!"