“Fuck… that is good…” I purred.
And he was. His tongue pierced through my growing wet pool like some kind of a spear popping right through the center of it. I gripped his head with both hands and held it firmly against me while he struggled to breathe, but nevertheless kept his work going, probing inside of me.
I maneuvered myself so that his tongue quickly found my clit and began to attack it furiously. My whole body shuddered with pleasure. I could hardly breathe myself as I gasped and tingled all over. I had to keep moving to the side every few seconds so that it didn’t get to be too much. I had to make this last a while.
My eyes kept looking at Mason’s raging hard boner beneath. He was stroking himself madly. If he kept doing that he might come soon.
I slapped his hand away from his dick.
“None of that,” I said. “You are going to save every drop for me.”
He moaned inside of me. His tongue began to work harder now, licking and sucking in as much of my flowing juices as his mouth would allow him to. I pushed my pussy hard onto his mouth, almost trying to create a tight seal between the two moist orifices.
“Taste me, baby!” I groaned.
Mason’s eyes went wide with the slightest bit of fear, but I could tell that he loved every single second of the experience.
My hips moved back and forth, again and again across his sensual mouth. I was so wet. The juices were gushing into his mouth, some of them dripping over the sides.
I pushed Mason back onto the bed so that he was now lying down, his legs draped over the edge. His feet were still flat on the floor. The raging hard cock was now right in front of my face. It looked so delicious, smooth, and aching for some contact.
Without a moment’s hesitation I draped my mouth over it and sucked hard, just the tip at first. I closed my eyes as I savored the taste and the sensation of his pulsating prick between my lips. My mouth was growing wet, lubing his member up so that I could take it down even farther.
I’d been thinking about sucking his hard cock for so long, even if it had taken me awhile to admit it to myself. But now that my fantasy had become a reality I was completely blown away. My head felt a little dizzy, even with my eyes closed. I just shut out thoughts of all else and just tried to be one with Mason.
His moans were growing louder now, as was his cock. I wondered how much longer he’d be able to hold on before he blasted my mouth with his sweet cum…
As tempting as it was to taste him and drink him down, I decided to try a different approach.
I let his cock plop out of my mouth and then I rolled my body off the bed. Mason was lying there looking up at me with the hungriest, most lustful gaze I’d ever seen.
“Baby,” Mason pleaded. “Give it to me…”
I smiled widely as I slowly began to remove my clothes. I loved the dance, the sensual dance between myself and a man. I’d been lonely for a while, so when Mason showed up ready for some action I was pleasantly surprised.
But still, that was no reason to neglect the duties I felt to prolong the foreplay and get both of us as ready to go as I possibly could. That was the best way to insure that the sex would always be mind-blowing.
“What do you want?” I asked.
I was standing there completely naked now with my hands on my hips. My wet pussy was dripping slightly down my leg. I was so tight, so sensitive, and gushing wet. It took all of my inner strength to keep from touching myself.
But I had to keep this going.
“I want it all,” Mason moaned.
“Good,” I said. I walked over to the dresser and leaned against it, my ass high up in the air. “Then take it.”
Mason leapt off the bed and two steps later was bucking up inside of me. His thick cock was spreading into me, stretching me out and then pulling back as he plopped in and out of me.
“Fuck!” Mason roared as he entered me. I could sense his legs were almost too weak for him to stand. It had been too much for his body to take, and now it was finally getting what it needed. And I was happy to oblige. His lust and happiness increased my own.
And his sweet dick felt so perfect inside of me.
I held onto the dresser as Mason plowed me harder and harder with every single plunge. He was pushing as deeply into me as he could with every single thrust. I leaned back, pushing backwards into him to give him as much of my body as I could. I did not want one ounce of my succulent moisture to be wasted or neglected.