Lydia gets excited

At the motion, Lydia comes to full attention. Her eyes are fixed on my member, held aloft in my hand, and she rolls onto her back, swinging one bent knee to the side and revealing her sex to me. As she trails her hand across it, I can see the gloss of her wetness over the pink folds.

I've watched those folds drape over my cock and slide down to the base, delivered my seed deep inside that pussy, countless times. The thought makes my cock twitch in my hand and I increase the speed. Lydia continues rubbing, knowing I love to watch, but as I get close she rises from her spot on the floor and leans over the bed, hovering her head just over my tip, grazing it with her lips and tickling it with the breath from her nose. At precisely the moment I come, those lips part and she takes my head in her mouth, cuddling it with her tongue as I spurt, and withdrawing when I am done, leaving me clean. "Should I put the kettle on?" she asks.

Andrew's dick is in his hand, already hard and flush from his stroking. I feel a tingle from my sex at the sight: I have taken that flesh deep inside of me so many times, it feels like a part of me. My legs separate and I hear the faint sound of my moist folds pulling apart, the morning air cool on my wettest bits. I watch Andrew's gaze trace my hips and follow it with my hand, dipping briefly to the wet wetness at the bottom and then sliding up to my sensitive nub, spreading my lips for his viewing.

His hand continues stroking as I gently rub myself. He wants a quick release this morning, then breakfast. As he nears his finish, I sit up against the bed and kiss the tip of his cock while he continues to pump. With a grunt, he comes and I open my mouth to take his head and cum, licking softly as his convulsions fade. Once he's finished, I sit back and ask, "Should I put the kettle on?"