Mr. President 1(29)

Pulling his belt out from its loops, I don’t even blink as I let it fall down to the floor and then undo the top button on his pants. Holding my breath, I pull his fly down and flatten the palm of my hand against the growing shape under his boxer briefs.

“Ever since I tasted your cock for the first time … I can’t think of anything else,” I admit as I curl my fingers around its shape, feeling its thickness pulse against me. “It’s so … big,” I breathe out, my chest rising as I take a deep breath, imagining how it must feel to have something so monstrous inside of me, stretching my virgin pussy wide... Is it going to hurt? God, is it even going to fit?

“That makes two of us…” he says, cupping my tits and squeezing them again. “Your pussy has driven me mad…” he continues, and I feel his cock pulse wildly against my fingers, as if words were working in tandem with the boiling blood rushing down to the huge member between his thighs. “I want to taste it again, Ashley. I want to --”

I place one finger over his lips, hushing him, and offer him a sweet but devious smile.

“You can do anything you want,” I purr, my heart tightening inside my chest as I say it. “Anything you want…” With that, I let my knees buckle under my weight and I lower my body, kneeling in front of him.

I run one fingertip over the length of his cock, measuring it, and then I lean forward and tilt my head slightly. Opening my mouth, I rest it against the shape of his cock and suck it over the fabric of his boxers, closing my eyes as the wild desire to have him inside my mouth takes over me.

I take my hands to his waist and, hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs, I pull my head back. With a quick movement, I tug both his boxer briefs and pants down, sending them to his ankles. His cock springs free fast, slapping the back of my hand, and I feel lightheaded as I see the size of his member in all of its glory. Seriously, how is something so big going to fit inside my pussy?#p#分页标题#e#

“It’s all yours, babe,” he tells me, noticing the hungry look in my eyes. He kicks off his shoes in a hurry and then, stepping out from his pants and boxer briefs, he simply brushes them aside with his feet.

“All mine,” I repeat, biting on my lower lip and reaching for his shaft with my hand. I curl my fingers around it, its warmness spreading to my skin, and I feel my pussy growing so wet that I’m almost afraid of becoming dehydrated.

Slowly, I start moving my hand up and down the length of his shaft, stroking him at a growing pace. I grow even wetter with each stroke of my hand, my mind busy imagining how it must feel to have his cock sliding in and out of me at the same rhythm with which I’m stroking him. I never felt desire like this, a completely overwhelming urge to have a man inside of me… But we’re not talking about just any man, are we? We’re talking about Austin, the most handsome man I’ve ever met.

Leaning in, I part my lips and rest them against the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum and closing my eyes as I do it. Still stroking him, I open my mouth as wide as I can and start rolling my lips down the length of his shaft, only stopping when I feel the skin at the base of his cock. With his long inches buried deep inside my mouth, I open my eyes and look up at him, wanting to see the expression on his face as he takes in the sight.

There’s a mischievous grin on his face as he gazes at me, and I can tell that he’s enjoying the scene unfolding under him. Placing both his hands on my head, he grabs me by the hair and starts rocking his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. Allowing him to fuck my tight little mouth, I remain frozen in place, caressing his balls with my hand and feeling their weight against my palm.

“Fuck, I love your tight mouth, Ashley…” he groans, picking up the pace and rocking his hips at a more urgent rhythm. His balls slap my chin over and over again, and I wouldn’t mind if he simply fucked my mouth until he came.

Now slowing down, he finally slides his cock out of my mouth; wasting no time, I start stroking him again, doing it fast and hard right from the beginning. My hands move so fast that all I see is a blur, my pussy aching and begging my mind to allow him between my legs.

“I could spend all day like this, on my knees,” I tell him, looking into his eyes as I run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft. I take my mouth to his balls and, sucking one in, I let it roll inside my mouth as I lap at it with my tongue. Opening my mouth even more, so much that my jaw starts complaining from the effort, I take both his balls inside my mouth and suck on them, my hand still furiously working on his cock.