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Play Hard, Get Hard

... want more?" she asks.

My mouth slacks open as I look at her hand caressing my cock in up-and-down rolling motions.

I never thought I would consider my cock to be arousing to me, but seeing it covered in her saliva, knowing it has been in her mouth, her tongue all over it, makes it throb hungrily in her hand. I quickly nod my head over and over."Yes, more!" I hiss greedily.

The view of her lowering her mouth to my cock is almost enough to send me over the edge. My eyes roll to the back of my head as her mouth slides down around it again. This time, she doesn't stop until I hit the back of her throat. Fuck! Watching my cock disappear and reappear from her mouth is beyond erotic, and I feel myself getting so close.

She starts picking up a pace, her tongue swirling in pleasurable circles, tasting and licking every inch of it. Suddenly, she adds further pressure, from base to tip, making me gasp for air. I'm pressed back into the chair as she presses her lips around the tip of my cock, sucking and licking sensually. She shifts between heavenly stimulation of the head, to take me to the base, with that arousing feeling of hitting the back of her throat.

As she flicks her tongue over the tip of my ...

... cock, and sucks greedily, I come undone, crying out my pleasure. She quickly pulls me in, to the wonderful place at the back of her throat. Her tongue caresses me, her mouth sucking in pulsating motions as I pour into her mouth. I grit my teeth as the peak of the release rolls over me, a deep groan rumbling in my throat.

She keeps me in her mouth, gently sucking and licking, until I'm reduced to nothing but a hot, breathless mess in the chair. I vaguely register that she leaves the room. I gather enough whereabouts to fix myself, and I adjust my jeans as Jane comes back into the room.

"Are you okay?" she asks softly.

She runs her fingers over the back of my hand that lies slack on the armrest. I muster a very sated smile, turn my hand palm up, and motion for her to sit down.

She curls up in my lap, looking at me with her sweet smile. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her forehead to mine, and my breathing settles easier, having hers to guide me. The haze is lifting from my eyes, and I seek her lips, kissing her. Her lips are cold. I'm guessing from the water she rinsed her mouth with. My body twitches gleefully as I think of her mouth and what it has just done to me. It makes me smile until it hurts.