“I want you in my mouth.”

Her warm breath washed over my erect cock as she said that. Her hands already held me and gently stroked me. I was oozing clear fluid from the tip, and she had just run her tongue through it before her statement. Before I could say anything, she moved her head forward, lips pursed and wrapped them around the bulbous head. She held me there, and I could feel her tongue lick around the sensitive crown. My knees were weak. The feeling was intense. She looked up at me from her knees. Her eyes reflected pure lust. Her hand tightened on the root and kept me immobilized as she took me, inch by slow inch deeper into her mouth. I moaned as her lips met her hand, and more than two-thirds had disappeared into the warmth of her mouth. With equal deliberation, she pulled back until again she only had the head trapped inside the ring of her lips, and her tongue whipped over the head. I moaned and thrust forward, restrained by her hand but swelling along my length regardless. She sighed and closed her eyes, and I could feel her tongue go faster. I pushed forward, again and again, she restrained me.

I could see down the neck of her light t-shirt. The gentle valley between her breasts was pink, although her bra appeared black. Her nipples were pressing hard against their restraints. It was a lovely sight, but the feeling of her mouth as it moved back down my length distracted me from the sight. I moaned, thrust, and whimpered. This time she did not stop at her hand but took me all the way down. Her nose brushed my skin as she swallowed my head deep in her throat. She pulled back before she took me all the way again. The sensations were indescribable.

She pulled back again, paused to lick my head quickly and then took my cock out of her mouth and quickly pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her bra was black lace, and her nipples were poking through the material. My cock twitched, and she captured it with her hands and stroked its length. The constant change of sensations left me frustrated and on edge but not at risk of orgasm just yet. She twisted her hands on my cock, her thumbs pressed against the underside. I watched as she drew, almost milked a stream of precum from inside me all the way to the head where it oozed forth, and she let it drip onto her outstretched tongue.