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We were curled up on the couch, just relaxing watching TV. Nothing exciting to reference. I was bored though. I was just running my hand up his leg, touching my fingertips against him. Massaging gently. He was sitting next to me. I touched my fingertips into his jeans, the seam in the denim rough. I intentionally caught my fingernails in the seam, just to make the pants move a picayune. Just a tease.

I teased him for about half an hour, running my digit over his cock, his knickers tight. His bloomers were wet to bulge out with, and I knew they were getting uncomfortable. He unzipped his pants, allowing his severe rooster to press through, the fabric of his boxers tight. I stroked him through the fabric. His boxers were cotton fiber. Expensive, designer label.

I allowed my index finger to slue through the hole in the front of his boxer, lightly brushing his shaft then the head of his strong cock. I kept stroking him through the material of his boxer shorts. I looked up, my pass was rested against his chest. He had his optic closed. The television was playing for its own interest.

I paused for a moment, I pulled my hand away. His thorax tensed. His wooden leg tensed. I licked my finger. Then I slipped his peter out through the unbutton fly of his boxers and started to stroke him. Slowly and gently. I was in no hastiness to rush him to orgasm. I stroked him gently, occasionally squeezing tighter, sometimes faster. Mostly I just worked slowly. Up and down, turning my manus, enjoying the smell of his heavy turncock in my hand. I rewet my hand in my mouth. I stroked him more vigorously. I could find out him moaning.

I rolled over onto my stomach on the couch, leaning over his lap. I poked my tongue out a piddling, resting the head of his peter on the eye of my tongue for a moment, before running it around my lips. I licked down the underside of his hammer, looking up at him. His hand squeezed my ass, my jean pulled tight as I bent over. I pulled my shirt off, and my purple capital of Seychelles Secret bra let my breasts brush against his second joint as I pulled the head of his cock into my lip. I licked around the straits, flicking my natural language across the underside a few times. I worked slowly and carefully, making sure the pink tip of my clapper stroked every part of him.

With my left mitt I held his glob carefully, and with my right hand I reached up and caressed his breast occasionally. I pressed my lips together, kissing down his dig. I was being a tantalization. I felt his fingers dig into my rachis. I started to suck hard, pulling him deep into my throat, massaging his hard prick with my tongue as he pressed the forefront of his cock into my throat. I pushed so deep that my nose was touching against his skin.

I sucked, allowing my throat to do some of the unvoiced work, swallowing a little sometimes so my throat would knead his prick as well as my tongue. I felt him tense. He was almost ready to come.

I pulled back.

I rubbed his dick around my rim like a woman applying lipstick, kissing gently, allowing him to breathe. `` Oh you 're barbarous '' he murmured. I smiled. `` Are you enjoying this ? '' He asked tentatively. `` It 's your birthday, after all. ''
'' Yes, I love this '' I said. My mouth pressed against the undersurface of his cock, looking up at him. I licked around the head of his cock. `` This is perfect '' I smiled.
He leaned back, eyes closed, hand relaxed on my binding. He drifted back from the edge of orgasm.
I started to imbibe again. Carefully, working him into my throat, my head bobbing up and down as he touched against the back of my throat. He brushed a tendril of brown hair away from my face.
'' You 're so beautiful '' he whispered.
I did n't intermit. I just kept sucking and enjoying the feeling of working him up. His fingers touched the scruff of my neck opening gently. I felt his hands tremble. He was getting close. I wanted him to occur now. I 'd teased him for more than an time of day, I 'd been sucking him for forty arcminute. I was quick. I kept stroking his balls carefully through the textile of his boxers, never once letting them go. I took his cock in my right hand, starting to massage carefully with my fingertips. I worked him down into my throat again, massaging with my glossa suction, swallowing. He stroked my cheek then dug his digit into my back. He came, shooting his load straight into my mouthpiece. I swallowed every drop-off of his come.

I rested my caput against his breadbasket, his hand rested on my hairsbreadth, fingertips stroking my cheek.
'' That was amazing. '' he gasped. I leaned up, his hired hand dropping to my shoulder and kissed him. He was sweating. I 'd fight him pretty hard. I rested my head back on his belly. I held his cock in my hired man as it went soft.

We curled up, idly watching the motion picture. I wriggled, and got us both a drink. I curled up next to him, the characters on TV were an hour ahead of where we 'd seen. We flicked back through. He 'd tucked himself back into his pants. I rested my deal high up on his thigh. He kissed me gently but firmly. Pressing his mouth against mine, massaging my tongue with his. He leaned forward, kissing my cervix and whispered `` You 're amazing. '' He was unusually full of compliments. I squeezed his thigh as he kissed my cervix. I felt him pinch again.

Moments later, I had his cock out of his bloomers, and I was brushing and licking and sucking. I kissed every millimetre of him. I looked up at him, his face a mixture of surprisal and joy. I sucked him into my throat. I wanted him to hail this time. I 'd teased him enough last time. I sucked and massaged, enjoying the feelings from early, allowing them to wash over me again. I rubbed the nous of his pecker along the cap of my mouth, letting the different adept of my lips and tongue and throat and mouth tantalise him,

He touched my hair. I pressed my lips against the head word of his shaft `` That 's it, babe, touch my pilus, I love it when you show me what you want. '' He gasped and pressed my drumhead down, pulling me up slightly by the whisker. It was n't unsmooth, just directive. He was showing me exactly what to do this time.

I heard his moaning, I felt his hairgrip on my hair tighten, the desperation of a closing orgasm. I sucked hard. As he was ready he pulled my head so the head of his cock was pressed against the middle of my tongue. I stroked him with the tip of my tongue. He came. Less this metre, but I heard his external respiration, sharp and ragged. His grip released on my tomentum. He went back to stroking my impudence gently with his fingertips. I let his hammer go balmy in my mouth. I tucked his dick back into his bloomers. I curled up following to him.

He smiled at me. `` That was the secure blowjob ''. I smiled. I think it was probably two of my better efforts ...