Chapter 1092 The Lost Cunty Girl:>Ep28

• "You know what we both want, Tinkerbell, don't leave me hanging!" he grinned, so I grinned back and slowly, lingeringly licked the slick, glossy tip a couple of times, enjoying his soft gasp, then sucked the bulbous head into my mouth, savouring as always the saltiness, the musky tang, and the faint background sweetness that was so much a part of my man. As I sucked him, his smell wafted over me, that scent-complex unique to him, not sweat, or soap, or cologne, but the clean smell of his skin, the warm freshness of his own bodily oils and secretions, and the faint, salty, ozone tang of the lubricant pouring from the tip of his cock. Mark always smelled fresh to me, like a gentle sea-breeze, and I was addicted to that scent.
• As I sucked, I could feel his body tensing and relaxing as he fought the urge to ram that thing in my mouth, to face-fuck me; Mark wouldn't do that to me, which is why I loved giving pleasure to him. While I suckled on him, my hands alternated between squeezing and fisting that gorgeous cock of his, and gently squeezing and stroking his scrotum, urging him to give me what I wanted now. I could hear his breath shortening, and his pulse, drumming in that wand of flesh in my mouth, was rising as his own climax approached, so I sucked harder, wanting the finish, wanting my man to have what he'd just given me.
• His breathing was becoming louder, and beginning to hitch as he struggled to hold himself back, prolonging the pleasure I was giving him, and as I squeezed his scrotum I could feel the change as it went from loose bag of skin to tight, ridged saddle under the base of his cock. One more suck and a healthy squeeze of his shaft as I pumped him, and he gasped explosively as his fat cock jumped and twitched in my mouth.