mouth.

I grabbed his balls with my hand and began to roll them about in my palm as my fingers squeezed and released them. I heard him moan as I slid his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I felt his nest of curly hair brush against my nose; his scent had a heavy muskiness to it that only encouraged me to take in more of him. As I did, I ran my tongue along his stiff shaft, feeling it pulse as I sucked and licked him, bringing him closer to a release.

His hands entwined in my hair as he pushed me further down on him, thrusting his hips upward in order to push his maleness deeper into my throat. I should have been gagging, but I was caught in the sensual vice of his hands and hips and I had no desire to free myself. I continued to suck and swirl my tongue around his manhood until I felt it convulse in my mouth. His fingers dug into my scalp as his seed sprang forth into my mouth and oozed out the sides of my lips. He cried out as he continued to empty himself and I continued to feast on his warm nectar.

When he was finished, I sat up and he kissed me passionately. We smiled and he went about making himself presentable for the coffeehouse. The two of us went in and had our lattés. We even dated for a short while after that, but I don’t think that any of our dates after that night ever compared to the fun and urgency of our first encounter. I guess it was the newness that made it so much fun.