Deep Throat

He was lying there, and I felt an old desire to do something for him. I moved back, alluringly bouncing my bosom in the process, leaning over as I moved.

I ran my tongue along the length of the underside of his hard rod, from sack to tip, in one fluid motion. I looked up, seeing a wild desire, a savage lust plainly painted there, grow like a fire in his eyes at my touch.

I licked along its length again, and then a third time, before taking the length of his rock-hard rod deep down my mouth, and down into my throat. I started working on it from there, going up and down on his rod. I saw the dieter in his eyes and felt sly about what I was doing.

I started slow, but went faster each time, using my throat and tongue alone to satisfy his desires. I can tell he's enjoying it, and I smile back at him, if only slightly, as I continue to work over his cock.

I did not worry about time passage, but only his pleasure. When he shot his load deep inside of my mouth, and plunged his rod down my throat several more times, making sure to milk it for whatever may remain. I swallowed the load down, taking it all down in one swallow.

He smiled at me, and I smiled back at him. I moved back onto the bed, relaxing next to him, his left arm wrapped around me, and it was not long after we were well asleep together, there, in his condo.