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Friend's Ex-Wife

... hardness of the thing, and it did not disappoint. It feels so hot to hold it in her hand. Her other hand went to my balls, cupping them and feeling their size and weight on her fingertips. Damn, those things are excessive in size, almost obscene -- their sole purpose to supply semen to the insane amount of fluid that rockets out of that gigantic shaft. The crown of my cock is especially impressive -- almost beautiful in its shape and smoothness, like a big mushroom cap, engorged and enlarged, pale purple in color, with a tiny slit that didn't begin to suggest the power of what can shoot out of it. She has to kiss it, just to see what it feels like. This is one goodbye kiss, after all, and she can't let me leave without moistening me for a second with her lips and tongue. She is sure to my delight and sense of having " conquered " her, she opens her mouth to engulf my cock head in a huge, wet, sloppy kiss, tongue painting it like I'd done so expertly to HER clit and breasts, her hands now both gripping my shaft in baseball bat fashion. Nancy thinks it's safe to say that it feels good for the both of us to have her tongue wrapping around the head of my cock, then moving up and down the top few inches of my shaft. It is so hot and outrageous to kiss such a large penis, her hands holding on to the knot at the base of my thick shaft for dear life as her mouth brought intense sensations to it -- pleasuring me, like I'd pleasured her. She removes her hands giving each one a big ...

... lick on the palm, knowing this will increase the pleasure to me as she caresses my shaft in earnest. She begins twisting and stroking them back and forth, around and up and down my long shaft, as she tongued my slit like it is a tiny clit, then put the whole thing in her mouth again and run her tongue all around the enormous crown. I'M bucking my hips slightly now in total sexual heaven, my hands going to the back of her head to hold her gently in place something she'd probably never let a guy do normally. But with me, somehow it seems natural and right, for this moment, she not only services me in this gently passionate way for a moment more, but also allowed my physical power and dominance over her be emphasized by placing my hands there, so that I feel like I'm truly fucking her pretty mouth with my monster cock. And essentially I am -- She is letting me -- her mouth open as wide as it can go, my head on her tongue and moving back and forth on top of it, as her hands continue to stroke my huge shaft. Of course the thought crosses her mind that he might be close to cumming, but really, she kind of relishes the possibility. If it happened, an "accident," oh well, she would give me one last thrill and let me pump some of my cum into her mouth. She'd try to swallow as much as she can, but won't make any promises. But the key is, I'm not fucking her. If anyone ever asked or suspected, she could be completely honest and say, " We made out, we fooled around a little, but we didn't ...