I slowly make my way toward my bedroom where I hear him running water in the small bathroom I dream of renovating. I gather. Should I undress and lie seductively on the bed for when he reappears? Might scare the hell out of him and cause performance anxiety. I decide to sit upright on my bed in my black one-piece body suit with the snap crotch for easy access. My hair is freshly washed and styled. I smell like an angel. All I need is a man to keep me warm.
He finally steps out into the bedroom as I turn to greet him. As he undresses my eyes land on his bulge the way a man ogles a pair of great big titties at a wet tee shirt contest back in the day. I take note of the fact that his cock is weeping a little bit onto his navy blue boxer briefs. Just feels right. His look of relief tells me that we will need to tread gently into this session and let him warm up.
What the slut in me wants to do is to shove his BBC into my mouth and suck it hard like a frozen milkshake through a straw, and then pull the snaps on my one piece as I whip my hips around his head, lower my pussy onto his face while sucking him dry and grinding my flower all over his forehead, nose, and lips. Instead, I rub his shoulders, buttocks, and calves notice how tight he is, and strive hard to loosen him up as a song by Heart intrudes seductively:.
He flips over and touches my right hip softly. I reach for his hands and let him take over squeezing them and kneading them gently. As he fondles me I feel him growing harder down below me.
Backing off of him I part his thighs and lay down on my belly between them. He gasps as I slide him into my hot little mouth and I begin to suck and suck, but not forcefully, but more as exploration. He touches my hair with his left hand and with his right bobs my head up and down his perfectly circumcised shaft.
