We’d joked that ‘you’re only as good as your last fuck!’
…and after the last session I’d gushed that ‘it was one of the most amazing fucks of my life.’
It wasn’t really kinky or anything – just extremely pleasurable both physically and psychologically. He just felt a little bit too big for me and I kept orgasming for ‘Daddy.’
Anyway – enough said of that one. This next time it was also good. Not the best ever – but still delicious.
I had two orgasms which seemed to feel enough and then we just lay still for a time – him on top of me… I had this amazing sense of the merging of our souls… It felt expansively beautiful, but at the same time incredibly sad… because we could never actually become one…
Then he got up and said we had lots of stuff to be getting on with.
“But don’t you want to cum?” I asked.
“We’ve got lots to do!”
“Oh please cum now…” I pretty much begged.
“We can carry on later!”
“I’ll push all the right buttons – it won’t take long!”
Five minutes later, he’s rubbing his cock, kneeling over me with his balls in my face. My tongue is busy licking them and diving into his arsehole every now and again – trying to get as high up as I can….
Then he spurts his load all over my breasts and tummy and shoulders and bedclothes.
He laughs at my surprised moan when I feel the hot liquid on my skin… He moves back and sticks his cum covered cock into my now tiring mouth…
Of course I lick it all clean like the very good girl that I am…