The blowjob continues

I chuckle but say nothing, deciding to let Cynthia take the lead for now. She seems happy to continue what she is doing. She should be used to it. There are days where she blows me for hours while I watch a movie or something. She once told me it makes her feel safe, like a big, hard, warm pacifier. Whatever, I'm happy to get my dick sucked.

Cynthia moves from licking my shaft to tracing kisses, stopping when she reaches the shaft. My precum is already oozing out, forming a thick, slick coat around my head and dripping down my shaft. Cynthia's lips are coated in the colorless liquid. She licks her lips and starts to lap at my cockhead with her tongue, licking up the slimy lubricant while her hands begin to slide up and down my slick shaft. Finally, she takes my head into her mouth. At first, she contents herself with using her tongue to run circles around the head of my cock, swallowing my precum as it continues to flow from my tip. Soon, though, she moves on to bobbing her head on the tip of my dick, moving further down my shaft with each bob. Working like this she falls into a familiar rhythm with her head bobbing down about a quarter of my length, occasionally pressing against the back of her throat before pulling back to let my cockhead pull at her lips, then pushing herself further down my shaft.

My eyes dance between the Cynthia gently sucking my cock and the one on the TV screen that is being fucked roughly by a past me. This is heaven, I reflect. It could only be improved by having another woman who's tits I could be playing with. I groan in perfect physical satisfaction.

After a while, the action on screen intensifies and I decide that I will cum at the same time as I do on screen. I reach down with one hand and wrap my hand in Cynthia's hair, taking a firm hold of her head. I feel her pause, then relax, knowing what is about to come. I pull her down on my dick, taking more and more as I direct her head up and down. Cynthia has become nothing more than a sex toy as I pump her head up and down my shaft. I don't even watch the mess I'm making of her face as her spittle and my precum cover her, nor do I notice when her tits bounce out of the confines of her little black dress, so intent am I on the TV.

In almost perfect unison, the me on screen and the real me grunt and flood Cynthia with cum. The one on screen fills her pussy, while I fill her mouth. I let go of Cynthia's head and I feel her mouth contract around my dick as she swallows. She then goes on to clean my cock, licking up whatever remains of my semen and the excess precum and spittle.

"You know," I say as I watch myself spank Cynthia on the TV, causing a large glob of cum to leak out of her onto the floor, "I bet John would love to see these videos we've made together. Maybe we should have him over soon. You know, so that he and I can get to know each other." Before Cynthia can answer, I glance down at her and notice her state of dress, or undress as it were, what with her tits hanging out of her dress. "I though you had a bra on when you left?" She shakes her head.