More Than a Kiss Booth - Sex Stories

More Than a Kiss Booth

... lips. “I’ll show you.” She unzipped my pants, getting on her knees to pull them completely off and taking my shoes along with them, and she tossed my clothes into the corner, then turned back and inched into the space between my legs. She rubbed my legs a moment while admiring my reaction and my cock as it towered just above her forehead. Yes…I had pulled off the best possible outcome! I was going to get a handjob. For what seemed like the longest moment of my life, she looked at my cock and shot me devilish, teasing glances that made my heart race. She didn’t touch it for at least a full minute, instead moving her hands everywhere in the relevant area, like she was trying to see how long she could keep me hard without directly stimulating me. I could have stayed rock-hard for her all night. She was so damn sexy, I probably could have busted a small load just from this. Then, thankfully, she moved closer… but not with her hands. She brought her face toward my crotch, first to rub her cheek faintly across the shaft, then she did the same with her lips and chin with ever increasing friction, pushing me further into ecstasy. When she stuck her tongue out and barely grazed the length of my shaft, a wave of pleasure shimmered through my entire body. She dragged the dry tip of her tongue along the sides, then to the tip, where she swirled it around a few times and, finally, brought forth the moisture in her mouth and began to make my cock slick all around. She straightened up her ...

... back, to get above me, and took me into her mouth. The amount of fuck-yeah chemicals that started flowing through my brain in that instant—I thought I might pass out. I had to keep it cool, but just under my breath, I was whispering, “Holy shit!” And when she looked up at me, it was the best. She closed her lips tightly around the head of my penis and worked my shaft and balls with her hands perfectly. Her blowjob skills were as sharp as her beauty. She stood up and crawled back onto the couch, keeping my cock locked between her lips, then she leaned closer and sped up, using both hands on my shaft. The sensation was better than any sex I had experienced in my life. She wanted me to cum. But I wanted to hold it back. This moment was too amazing to let go of. I had her hair in my hand, her boobs pressing on my thighs, a clear view of her cleavage. But when she moaned while gazing at my face, that was it for me. She knew it as easily as I did, because she knew how good her blowjob was, that the pleasure she could deliver was undeniable. “Hell yeah,” I moaned in response. I shot the greatest load of my life into her mouth, a load I never caught a glimpse of, because she swallowed every drop of my cum and even squeezed her hand along my shaft a few times to milk out the remains. She pulled off my cock and licked her lips, kissed the tip of my penis, and said, “That’s what happens in this room—if you’re one of the special guys.” She gave a cute laugh and licked away more of the cum ...