I kiss him on the lips, pressing my breasts into his chest, caressing his cock through his jeans pocket. It is conveniently veering left and I can touch it with my well-trained right hand. I rub it back and forth slowly through the cotton lining of the pocket. He is getting longer, harder, breathing heavier. I worry that the cotton lining is a bit harsh – cocks are so unbelievably soft. He does not seem to mind – this is a stage where pain ceases to exist.
I squat down with my knees spread wide and start unzipping his jeans. He submerges his fingers into my hair and pulls me closer to his groin, his eyes fixed on my wet lips. I stick my hand into his trousers and get out what is now a velvety soft, large cock. It’s very straight, this will make my part very easy and his very pleasant. I look up into his eyes and smile.
Then stick my tongue out and touch the tip of his cock. He moans, closes his eyes and bends his head backwards, his nostrils open.
I lick more of it, now attaching my lips to the tip and sticking my tongue gently inside it. I touch him with my teeth – I have to be careful; they can be extremely sharp at points and I do not want this to interrupt his ascent. My teeth softly graze the tip from all sides, quicker and quicker, interspersed with my tongue wrapping around it.
I slowly palm his shaft and start moving my hand back and forth, lift his cock up and tenderly massage his balls with the other hand. Then, I lean forward and take one of the balls into my mouth, caressing it inside with my tongue; then the other. My tongue climbs up his shaft vibrating as it does so, which makes his hands cup into two tightly squeezed fists in my hair.
My tongue reaches the tip, circling it until I hear him moan. Then I distance myself from him, looking up. He looks down, his eyes hazy.
I open my mouth wide, slowly. Leeching my eyes onto his I move my head forward, his hands relaxing and freeing my head. He watches my lips as one would a hypnotist’s swinging charm, intently, as I slowly impale myself onto him. He touches the back of my throat, my lips pressed around him tightly and I gag. I take him out, covered in stringy, viscous saliva, stretching from my lips to his cock like threads of a wet cobweb.