Mr. President 2(192)

Wasting no time at all, I start to stroke him as I lock eyes with him, and I feel the pull of his cock and I lean in, parting my lips. I rest them against the tip of his length, feeling his salty precum coating the tip of my tongue, and let his glans slide inside of my mouth. There’s a barely audible groan of pleasure, and then he places his hands on my head, but he doesn’t force me to go down; instead, I’m the one taking the lead and doing it.

Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I start to push my mouth down his shaft and I only stop when all of his twelve inches are comfortably nestled inside of me. I don’t even know how to describe the way he completely fills my mouth… It presses down on my tongue, and it pushes the inside of my cheeks to the sides and, when it touches the back of my throat… God, it just makes me burn up like a virgin girl savoring a cock for the first time.

Even though there’s a whirlwind of lust inside of me, I keep myself poised and serene; I roll my lips back the way they came, and then I go down again. I repeat the motion over and over again, allowing the pace of my mouth on his cock to grow naturally. With his fingers tangled in my hair, he allows me to dictate the tempo and simply surrenders to the sway of my head as I suck on him.#p#分页标题#e#

Using both hands, and all this without taking my mouth out of his cock, I tug on his shirt and send it flying down his arms. It falls to the floor at his feet, and then I let my hands go down to his ass. Digging my fingers into his ass cheeks, I pull him into me, and he starts to rock his hips gently, instinct blanketing us both. As he does it, I finally stop moving my head and let him thrust, his cock sliding in and out of me at a perfect pace. I close my eyes, my insides clenching as he fucks my mouth, and I become so wet that I feel my fluids dripping down my thighs and drenching both my thong and dress. I need him between my legs, and I need it now.

I let go of his ass and, moving back, I allow his cock to pop out of my mouth with a wet sound. Reading what’s on my mind, he takes off his shoes and kicks off both his pants and underwear, his naked body towering over me. He leans into me and, grabbing at my dress, he pulls it down my legs as I lift my ass up from the couch.

“I need to taste you first,” he whispers, his lips moving in a seductive way as he speaks. Oh, I’m the one who needs him to taste him… I need to feel his full lips on my pussy as much as I need to breathe right now. As he goes down to his knees, I spread my legs wide and allow him to place his head right between my thighs. I shiver as he starts kissing my naked skin, brushing his lips against my inner thighs and moving them close to my groins; with his tongue, he traces the contour of my thong and then, finally, he bites down on the fabric. As he pulls with his teeth, I lift my legs up in the air and press them together, allowing him to peel the thong off of me. Completely naked now, I reach for his head and grab at his hair, guiding him right to where I need him to be. He comes willingly, parting his lips with his tongue and going straight for my clit.

When the wet tip of his tongue touches me, that old familiar electrical thunderstorm starts to roil inside of me. I can already feel the energy pooling in my muscles and, allowing my body to act as if it has a mind of its own, I place both my legs over his shoulders and cross him on his back. Urging him to devour me, I pull him into me with both my hands and my legs; with what sounds like a growl, he finally succumbs to desire and opens his mouth wide. As he sucks on my folds, my fluids going into his mouth, I throw my head back against the couch and sigh heavily, my nipples feeling as hard as they have ever been in my entire life.

“So good… I love the way you do it…” I purr as I let go of his hair and take my hands to my breasts, squeezing them as Mason runs his tongue up and down the length of my pussy. Each time his tongue reaches my clit, he circles it twice and then goes back down my folds, the pleasure that rages through me growing in fury each time he does it.

Finally focusing solely on my clit, he wraps his lips around it and starts to press down with his tongue; he works me with his mouth until I can’t take it anymore, and he knows it. My hands go back to his head and I start to pull at his hair fiercely, my arms moving with erratic movements. In a fraction of a second, my whole body tenses up and then relaxes, one violent spasm washing over me. Throwing my head back, I moan loudly, my voice filling the whole living room as Mason keeps on licking and sucking.

“Oh, God… This is so… So… FUCK!” I cry out as, without allowing me any time to rest, he places two fingers against my pussy. Without taking his mouth off of my clit, he pushes them past my pussy lips and curls them upward until they meet my G-spot. Rubbing me there, he doesn’t allow the orgasm raging inside of me to subside, instead making it grow and grow. Before I even know what’s happening, my spasms turn into full-blown convulsions, and my moans become screams of pure delight.