A Story about a Blowjob

Kiss, kiss, kiss, and lick of the tounge. You and your significant other are lock-lipped, rubbing each other up and down in a state of pure ecstasy. Every slight brush of skin that is connected carries the greatest tingle all across your body, amplifying arousal tenfold each time. Suddenly, the tounge scouring every crevis of your mouth retreats and you are pulled up by your shirt into a sitting position.

Then, you're turned so your legs hang off the side of the bed, while your lover stands up with a hand on your shoulder and a huge smile. The hand slowly and sensually weaves its way down both chest and abdomen, untill it reaches the bulging crotch. Your legs are spread out wide as to let your lover kneel down in between them. Your zipper is undone on your jeans, and, after some fondling, your (if I may say, rather long and thick) cock bobs out for the world to see.

That world being the one in front of you; the one whose eyes droop down and look upwards. The one who so seductively asks, "How do you want it?" before dropping down back to your member with tounge out and mouth open.