Lynn loved sucking Sandy. His cock was smooth and clean, his semen easy to swallow, not so salty, or thick, or copious as other lovers she’d had. She liked his hand at her head, too. He was firm but gentle, not forcing her, content to let her control the pace and depth and strength of suction. He made sweet murmurs while she pleasured him; no obscene grunts and silly ‘oh babies.’ He didn’t last too long or spurt too quick; she could dictate the timing; it took just a teasing touch or two to his anus. When she pushed her finger a full knuckle in, and then a little more, he’d shoot with exquisite force. The jolts of semen, the pulse of cock, and the clench of asshole all combined to give Lynn as provider a special pleasure, and she reserved that practice for special occasions.

Lynn delighted in Sandy’s patience. He was a master of foreplay. He knew when to palm her breasts lightly and when to press and pinch her nipples hard enough to send shrieks of pleasure straight to her clit. His breath at her neck and behind her ears made her knees weak. The feel of his warm firm cock at the small of her back or upon her upper ass made her more than moist. Oh, how she needed him inside her then, but he knew how to tease, to delay, to make her beg for the fuck. And when the fuck finally came, she’d come almost instantly. And then again and again.

Sometimes she liked to suck Sandy after he’d come inside her. The taste of herself on his phallus excited her. She could come then herself from just a touch of her clitoris, and she had to remind herself not to bite at such times. Post-fuck sucking always revived Sandy, and he’d then make love again with gentleness or vigor to suit Lynn’s moods. He could keep Lynn in orgasm for an hour or more before he’d fill her cunt with cum one final time.

If only she loved him ... But one can’t have everything.

He also made excellent omelets.