Afterwards

After he came, and when I laid back down, he told me how awesome I was. He said that my blow job was “honestly the best one” he had ever had. He said he didn’t know if I did it on purpose or not, but he loved that I kept him from cumming multiple times just by changing one little thing, making it last longer.

I keep on thinking to myself “wow, I sucked him off. Really? Wow.” I was feeling pretty good. At least I was until I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to run my fingers down his bare back, suck on his ear lobe, suck on his neck, bite it a little. I wanted to feel his arms wrapped around me, holding me all night, kissing my back.

This is what I mean by attachment issues. I get clingy after I get intimate with a guy. I get all sentimental and emotional. I kept thinking how much it sucks that he is leaving soon. I kept on thinking how he was the first guy that was able to run his hands all over without me breaking out into a fit of giggles. The only one that can give me chills instead of those damn giggles.

But you know, without my emotional issues, I was glad I did it. I was kinda craving cock, and wanted something to do with someone I trust. I trust this guy so much, since we know each other so well, that I would probably be able to let him be my first, if it ever came down to it.

In the morning, half asleep, he accidentally took my cell and his when he left. Later that evening he came by to bring my phone back. I was like awesome, I can hang out and talk to him some more. I really needed to. But, knowing my luck, he was in a hurry and had to go see his other best friend before he takes off. I felt really bummed.

Oh well, we talked about how it was possible that this would happen. Or maybe I am just being paranoid. When he sees me now he hugs me tighter than he ever has. And he said he would probably want me to blow him at least once before he leaves. It would be my pleasure. Maybe I will even let him take care of me.

Speaking of taking care of my needs, when I got home that afternoon, no one was home, and I was hornier than hell. In no time I had my bullet ready and glass wand at hand, pants off. I quickly got to work, and oh, it felt so damn good. But damn it to hell, there was something missing I felt. I finally felt so out of it that I turned my vibe off to think about what was wrong.

Then it hit me. For once I wanted to let someone please me, not just me please myself. I kept thinking how he owes me a booty call for taking care of him the night before, and then I was turned on again. Of course, within a few seconds of thinking of him doing things to me, to my body, I came hard and fast. And for the first time in a long time, I came twice. It had been a long time since I had a multiple orgasm.

A couple days after I wrote those words above, it all only feels half true. I write this now, two nights after it all happened, and I feel paranoid as hell. I called him today, knowing I needed to talk to him, but of course he was tired and was going straight home after work to sleep and wasn’t planning on going out. That’s when I think I started to panic. I almost felt like a used cheap whore.

I mean, I told him I had attachment issues, but he totally coaxed me into doing it. I felt like since he knew all my weaknesses, being one of my best friends and knowing everything about me, he used them against me. I feel so confused. One minute I was proud that I was good and he said it, and the next I feel used. Before I was on a total power trip, completely in control of everything, and now I feel like the lowest, smallest, and weakest person on earth.

Still, I keep trying to remind myself that I liked doing it, that if I hadn’t I would be typing about the “what ifs” instead of the “confusion” of it all. There are so many things that could be making me feel as confused as I am, as paranoid as I feel.
Number one, I have attachment issues. I told him that, and I don’t think I will feel better until I talk to him, if I get to talk to him. Number two reason could be that in our whole talk before the crazy events was that he said he couldn’t date me now, since he was leaving, but there was always the possibility of after, when we have both matured more. Him saying that planted that little seed of hope. Us doing what we did watered that seed, making it grow into what I think is the beginning of attachment.

That scares me. I don’t need this. This is why even though I always wanted a friend with benefits, I never thought I could have one, because I would be afraid of getting attached. I am a lot calmer than I was earlier this afternoon. Forbidden Fruit Guy kept asking what was wrong. I couldn’t tell him. He would know who it was. I wanted someone to talk to though. I needed to talk, but I had no one to turn to, and the guy this is about was unavailable. That figures. I don’t think he understood how much I needed to talk.

I know we had both decided that we wouldn’t tell anyone that it happened, but I was going crazy in my mind. I decided to message one of my friends that I know very well, they know me very well, and the guy I blew and  the person I decided to talk to have never heard of each other. They really helped. I won’t say what we talked about, but they really knocked some sense into me.

Oh, and I have the perfect song for my situation, that I definitely dedicate to my friend that I blew. “Head Over Heels” by Alanis Morrissette. I never really cared for her music much when I was younger, but I now have a few songs I love. This is one. I can’t seem to stop listening to it.

Oh well. I am moving on for now. Things are not sitting as heavily on my mind as heavily as they used to, and I have stopped trying to over think things. I feel so much better, so much calmer, more relaxed. I am ready to let things happen as they happen. But through all my tormenting drama, no regrets, and possibly second chances. If not, this is all a learning experience.

Unexpected Irony Pt. 2

Slowly I bent my head down, my left hand holding his shaft. My tongue circled and teased his tip, flicking and licking. I slid my mouth down a bit further, only letting the head be inside my mouth. I sucked.

He then suggested I use the flavored lube I was earlier complaining about having, but no one to use it on. I chose the cherry vanilla, my favorite. It was pretty dark, so I got a little in my hand (normally I like to make guys squirm by slowly dripping the lube onto their cock) and rubbed the lube all over his hard cock.

Again, I lowered my mouth onto his cock, licking his shaft, using my tongue to tickle and tease. I took the lower part of his shaft and slapped the upper part against my tongue a few times. Then I got to work, bobbing my mouth up and down his long shaft.

I kept this up for a while. He would tell me he’s close, but my rhythm would change accidentally, but apparently he ended up liking that a lot. As I worked my mouth and tongue all over his cock. I got really hot, hotter than I was when he asked me to suck him off, when he wrapped his muscular arm around my waist and grabbed onto my ass.

I continued to suck, and eventually he started playing with his balls. Finally, I hit the sweet spot. Within seconds he was shooting his hot liquid into my mouth. I swallowed for him. Easy clean up and it didn’t taste too bad.

I really got turned on by this, but I was too shy to let him pleasure me. At least not that night, since I wasn’t able to take my shower. There is just something so thrilling about sucking your best friend off, someone whom you never pictured that happening with, especially from the talk we had not even three hours before. I have e only given blowjobs to three guys, him being the third. Honestly, I was more into giving him one than the other guys I did it for.

Maybe it was my curiosity, maybe it’s the fact that he’s one of my best friends and I can trust him with anything and we know each other inside out. It could also be that the idea of being caught, or knowing I had control and I could do anything I wanted to him, and him to me. I don’t know why giving him a blowjob was so much better than anyone else I have ever had oral with, but whatever it was hot, and I honestly hope I can do it again for him before he leaves.

Unexpected Irony Pt. 1

The other day I went to the mall with forbidden fruit guy. We went to Borders, walked around, then went to Spencer’s to check out their sex section in the back. We found a book that had a sexual position for each day of the year. We thought it would be funny to take some pictures of a few unique positions and send them to a friend of mine.

Later we called that friend, but they were driving, and would love to hang out after a shower and would call me back. I warned them that they needed to call me before 6:30 P.M. because if they didn’t I would have to get on the bus. They repeated that they would call me back, so I assumed that meant I should take the bus because they “never” call back.

Ironically, after I paid the $1.50 fare, found a seat, the bus pulled away from the mall. After about 5 minutes of being on this bus, my phone rings. It’s the friend that I figured wouldn’t be calling back. They said they definitely wanted to hang out, and would pick me up at the next stop.

I got off the bus and after a few minutes, they pulled up. The bus stop happened to be at the movies, so we decided to go see what was playing. We decided to go see “Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist” that was starting in a half hour. In the mean time we went and grabbed a bite to eat. The movie was cute, funny, and stupid all at the same time. We loved it.
Afterwards he drove me home, and on the way we had our usual conversations of how we always joke around, masturbation, sex, everything. I can tell this guy anything, go to him for advice on anything, and him for me.

We got to my house, it was after 9, but we hadn’t finished our conversation. By this time we were talking about why we couldn’t do anything sexual with each other, date, etc. We decided we are too good of friends, he respects me too much to go for me just for sexual favors, and the fact that he is about to leave for five years for the marines. I totally understood and agreed.

We got inside, went back to my room, and we talked more. I don’t think we have ever talked this much. I mean, we have had deep discussions like this before, but never this long, and never about the possibility about us possibly doing stuff in the future as a couple, fuck buddy, or whatever happens. I showed him a few of my new toys and a few of the blogs I thought he should read. Before we knew it, it was after 11:30 and we both had to get up early.

Honestly, I didn’t want him to leave. I enjoy talking with him, and he is the only guy my mom will probably allow to stay the night, sleep in my bed with me, and have the door shut all at the same time. So, I asked him if he wanted to just stay over. He hesitated for a second, but then said “Yeah, sure, why not?” Awesome. My mom was just going to bed and so before she went to sleep I told her he was gonna stay. She said she didn’t care.

So, by this time, he’s already in bed, ready to go to sleep, but I have to go get into my pajamas and brush my teeth. When I got back he asked me to please shut the door. That’s fine, whatever, I just thought that the night light in the kitchen was bothering him. Apparently, that was not the case.

Him: You know, I was totally ready to fall asleep, but as soon as I got into your bed I got really horny.

Me: (Nervous giggle) Really now?

Him: Yes. It seems that every time I close my eyes I picture you blowing me. And I am like, what the hell?

Me: (Nervous giggle) What do you think caused this reaction? I mean, we talked about this tonight ironically. We agreed that we shouldn’t do anything sexual.

Him: I know, that’s why I keep asking myself ‘what the hell?’ I mean, I would love it if you would blow me right now.

Me: (silence, followed by another nervous giggle).

Him: No, seriously, I am asking you to blow me. I mean, if you are ok with it. I know I won’t regret it, and you can start, but if you feel uncomfortable you can tell me and stop. Plus, I know that after a little time has passed, I will be horny again and I can take care of your needs.

Me: Yeah that would be nice, but you know I have never gotten off without a vibe. Ha, you know, before we decided you would stay the night, I had 100% intentions of taking my shower and getting into bed and masturbating. Now I feel even more frustrated.

So, this goes on for a little bit, he sounds like he’s half begging me, half coaxing me. Of course the only thing stopping me at this point is that my mom is in the other room and I have never done anything with her in the house. I keep cursing this situation, muttering under my breath. I mean, I can make innuendos all day long with only  a hint of seriousness, I can write what I want to do to a guy and make him read it, I can show him my toys, I can screw around online all the time, but I am the worst at making on the spot decisions.

Of course he has to remind me of my most recent post about how I would look back at things and wish I had done more. He asked me what I wanted to do. Damn it! He was right, and totally playing one my weaknesses. I ended up giving him all the reasons why I wanted to suck his cock and why I was hesitant. I definitely didn’t want to say no, but I was afraid to say yes. I knew I wanted to, and he knew it too. He started running his hand up and down my arm, with a little bit of finger nails. He is the first guy to have done that and I only get chills, not tickled. That really turned me on even more.

He took my hand, and started rubbing it. Next he put my hand on his cock. That sent me over the edge. He took off his pants, and I started jacking it a little. Finally, I went down on him.

To be continued…

Accomplished

Yesterday afternoon I was feeling exceptionally frisky. I was thinking about how much I wanted to be able to use my rabbit vibrator, but it was always too big. I know that over the past few months I have been using glass wands inside me, each one about ¼ of an inch bigger than the one before. So I was thinking that my rabbit is only ½ of an inch bigger than my biggest glass one.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. I knew no one would be home for at least another three hours, so that made me want it anymore. The people I was talking to online ran out of things to talk about with me, so they quit talking. It was the perfect opportunity, and I went for it.

I got up from my chair and pulled out my rabbit and its batteries and put them in. Just in case I took out my glass wand and bullet and put the batteries in that as well.

I quickly got out of my pants and got into bed. I lubed up the rabbit and put it in. No pain what so ever. It was awesome and very encouraging. I turned it on with very high hopes of getting off with it.

Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Although the rabbit part of the vibrator felt amazing pressed against my clit, It just wasn’t enough. Plus the shaft of the insertable vibe felt kind of awkward as it went around, making thrusting it in and out a little uncomfortable. However, the popping beads inside felt pretty damn good inside.

After about five minutes I felt like I was getting nowhere, except getting even more horny and frustrated. Time to get the glass and bullet out. And thankfully they were laying beside me, ready for a time like this.

I took out the rabbit and turned it off, just to replace it with the bullet and the glass wand. Within three minutes I was close to cumming. I had been thinking about how it would feel like to have my finger inside while I came, as heard it felt kinda cool. So, in the mood for new stuff, I got closer to orgasm and took out the glass to replace it with my finger. After a few seconds I felt my pussy get really hot and even wetter, clamping down on my finger and contracting. It felt pretty damn awesome, but I wish my finger was longer, as I could only get it in about an inch. I am a pretty short person, only about 5’2,” and so the position I was in was a little awkward to get my short fingers in too far.

Oh well, I don’t care. It still felt awesome. I feel pretty happy, to know that I can use something thicker. I feel more full inside when its inside. Also feeling my pussy clamp and contract onto my finger like that made me even more excited, which made me cum even harder. Anyone know any positions I could try to get more finger in without feeling too awkward or being too flexible?

One Chance (One More Time)

There have been many times in my life where I had only one chance to do something, and if I could, many of those opportunities I wish I could redo, or have more time with that one chance. But with all of those, I certainly do not wish to take anything back. If anything, I would wish it had happened today, where I had more experience, and was ready for whatever the outcome would be. I hope that makes sense.

For example, if I could go back in time, wish I could redo the weekend where I had the chance to make out with this guy I liked. Yes, we did make out, but I wish it had happened when I had more experience, or when I didn’t feel so shy. I probably could have learned a lot. The only thing I really learned from him was that not all guys suck at kissing, but guys can be real dicks too. That was an interesting experience, and I think I plan on sharing that for a later entry.

As another example, I wish I had one more chance with my bi friend. If I hadn’t been so self conscious, I would have been able to explore my sexuality more. I already said in the entry Experimentation what I would have done differently. Like I said at the beginning of this post, if only I had one more chance, one last time.

However, I think the biggest thing that is eating at me right now is the fact that I wish I had more time with the guy I “experimented” with a couple of weeks ago. Don’t get me wrong, we did nothing too serious, but I still wish I had done some things differently at the time I had the chance with him.

Pretty much what happened is this: we were standing alone outside, away from everyone, and he asked me if I wanted to touch his cock. Now this wasn’t as random as it sounds. A few nights before we were cybering on instant messenger, and the night after that we actually cybered while masturbating together on webcams. He knew I wanted to do stuff in person, and this was his way of testing me to see how far I would go.

I think if I had known that it would most likely be my only chance to fool around with him in person, I would have been more open. Yeah, I did put my hand on his dick, but only after ten minutes of him coaxing me to do so, and then him finally just taking my hand and putting it on his hard cock. My hand rested on it for about a second until I jerked it away. This went on for about another five minutes, and eventually I was placing my hand on and off his cock, reaching inside his pants, feeling his precum drip, and jerking him off between feels. Unfortunately I had to leave or miss my ride home, so he walked me to my friend’s car.

A lot of guilt had been going through me that day. I was feeling vulnerable, scared, emotional. It was just recently that I had broken up with my boyfriend of almost seven months. I kind of think he was feeding off of my emotions now, that he was using me. Oh well, like I said, guys can be dicks.

Anyways, the point is, I was scared at the time this was happening, I was confused. If my one chance had been today, or I had more time to fool around or think about it, I probably would have been less shy. Every time I am around him I get so incredibly horny. In the few days that I knew him I learned to associate him with everything sexual, by how we started talking, messing around on webcams, and that one day that I wouldn’t take back, but I would certainly redo it. Hell, if I knew that would be my only chance to mess around, I probably would have missed my ride home and taken the bus. It could have been worth it.

(Un)Coordinated

I am pretty uncoordinated especially when it comes to multitasking. When attempting to multitask, I always get distracted doing one thing, and end up not doing enough of the other. I cannot talk on the phone and messenger at the same time, I can’t do homework and talk. One or the other always ends up getting the majority of my attention. This is especially true when I masturbate using both a bullet with one hand and pushing my wand in and out of my pussy with the other.

This can get very frustrating when I come close to having an orgasm. I will eother stop rubbing my clit as much or stop pushing my wand in and out. This makes me wonder, how I would do at 69?

I have always wanted to try that, but how coordinated could I be? My ex let me try it with him once, but it only lasted for about five minutes because we could not get positioned right. Oh well, maybe another man that comes along would let me try it again.

My point is, I know my orgasm would come much stronger if I was able to stimulate both my pussy and my clit at the same time, rather than just most clit stimulation and the rest pussy, or most pussy stimulation and the rest clit stimulation.

During my first couple of years of learning how to please myself, I always got off pretty well with just clitoris stimulation. However, I always felt I wanted something more. I wanted to feel something inside of me. I remember that when I was little I had this curiosity of sticking a finger inside of my pussy, but never felt anything. Yet, when I did grow up and discovered my clit and had my first orgasms, I always felt my vaginal muscles contract. The feeling was empty, like there was something missing, and it would feel wonderful if I had a finger inside me, a dildo, or even a penis.

One night as my boyfriend (ex now) were masturbating together (I was playing with my clit, and him his cock), I asked him to put his finger inside me when I was about to come so that I could see how it felt. A few minutes later, he finished, cleaned up, washed his hands, and came back to bed.

When I felt close to coming, I told him I was ready. He leaned down and stuck his finger in. That was pretty much an instant orgasm for me as soon as he started sliding his finger in and out of my pussy. When I came, it felt amazing. I never made sounds before when I came, but this time it was different. I made lots of sound. Hearing those sounds was different, and my moans got louder. That answered the question I suppose, of whether I am a moaner or a screamer. I am definitely a moaner, with the potential of screaming.

Every so often when I would masturbate with him at his house, I would ask him for his finger. With the feeling of something inside me, I cum harder than I do with clit stimulation by itself. With someone working my pussy, and me working my clit, coordination for me is no problem. However, now that I am single again and left to please my self by myself, it is hard to do these two simple things at once.

I think what I need to get myself is a rabbit vibrator. I mean, I have one, its just that the shaft is too big for me to use at the moment, since it hurts a little when inserted. So far, the biggest thing I have been able to insert has a one inch diameter, and ¾ inch diameter for my second favorite toy. If anyone know a good rabbit vibrator that is about 1 inch or ¾ of an inch in diameter, please feel free to let me know. I would be happy to find something that satisfies both my clit and pussy at the same time.

Forbidden Fruit

As you lay there in the sun, I had images in my mind of straddling you. I just wanted to climb on top of you, lifting your arms above your head so you couldn’t move. I wanted to slowly lift your shirt up, and bend my head down and softly use my tongue to play with your nipples.

Circling my tongue around those erect nipples, then softly kissing them, only to take them gently between my tongue and my teeth, I would then softly pull. “Hey now, be nice,” you would say. For a few more minutes I would go back and forth between each nipple, sucking biting, and licking them.

Next, I imagined you wrapping your arms around me in a kiss. Deep and passionate, your tongue playing with mine, I liked the idea of me being your first kiss. Unexpectedly, you roll us over so that you are straddling me.

In one swift move, you already have my shirt and bra off. You reach down and start playing with my size D tits. Squeezing and rubbing them, sucking and biting my nipples. Suddenly you stop. When I look up, you look down at your crotch. We can both see the obvious hardness in your pants.

“I want your cock. You know I want your cock,” I wanted to say as I watched you lay there with your eyes closed. You looked so peaceful, and so tempting. But, I know I can’t have you. You know I want you though. You know what I want to do to you.

I can’t have you, my forbidden fruit. But oh, do I want it so. I want to taste you, feel you, kiss you. I want you to touch me in ways I have never been touched. Every time I’m around you I get very aroused and extremely horny. Every time I am around you I think of all the naughty things I want to do to you. Is it just the past couple of weeks we spent together that bring these feelings in me, is it something deeper, or is it just because I know you are my forbidden fruit that I could probably never have?

Killing the Buzz

To me, there is nothing worse than have my batteries go dead while doing my naughty business. I invested in rechargeable batteries a while ago, and thinking that having at least one set of batteries charged at all times, just in case of an emergency. Boy was I wrong.

I swear, the worst thing ever is putting in some batteries (ones that should have a full charge because they have not been used since they were last charged), and have them work well long enough to really get you feeling good. However, after about three minutes you think that they are dying, but it isn’t that obvious. But of course, that is when their power goes from high speed to nearly dead in about twenty seconds, probably less than that. That is what starts to kill my buzz.

Luckily, I knew I had some brand new emergency batteries that are not rechargeable. Grudgingly I got back out of bed, turned my light back on, and changed the batteries. I got back in bed, determined to get off. As I lay there, pumping my wand in and out of my pussy with my left hand and rubbing my clit with the bullet using my right, I realized I needed some visuals. Damn.

So, very reluctantly, I got out of bed once more to get my laptop so I could watch some internet porn. Third time is the charm. I had the batteries, I had the porn, I was good to go.

After about only 2 minutes of watching the male actor strip, while his partner rubbed his penis, I was ready to cum. And cum I did. It would have felt better the first time around if there were no interruptions, but it was worth it. My determination to orgasm got me so horny, wet, and worked up that the end result was awesome.

Speechless

The other night, I was wet. Wet and horny. I had to masturbate, knowing that there was no other way to get some, especially with all the crap that has went down in the past half week. In the end, someone sent me naughty pictures. I love naughty pictures. I loved seeing his hard cock when I opened up my new picture message on my phone.
I told everyone on my messenger good night, that I was off to bed. Of course I didn’t tell them I was leaving to go be naughty.

I thought that just the bullet could get me off. After about two minutes of running the bullet all over my wet pussy, I ached for something more. My favorite glass wand. It slid in so easily, and I could hear my wetness.

Slowly, I started to thrust it in and out with my left hand, as my right hand worked the bullet. That felt good, but I needed more. I turned my bullet onto full blast, and began sliding the wand in and out a little bit faster.

As I rubbed my clit and attempted to satisfy the hunger in my pussy the best I could, I thought about all the bad and naughty things I had done in the past few days. Wanting to suck his cock, feel his hardness in my mouth and pussy, looking at all those pictures he sent me of his throbbing erection.

What turned me on even more was knowing that I was able to use my imagination for once, not needing to watch an X-rated movie as I fucked myself. Normally I do need to watch a porno. It was just something I got used to. But not this time. This time it was all my imagination. I imagined what I would do with his cock, imagined it sliding in and out of my dripping wet pussy.

Eventually, and too soon I might add, I came. I came hard. I came so hard that it took everything I had not to scream out. Now, normally I am a quiet cummer, just for privacy purposes, but there are some that make me almost scream. I almost wish there was no one home, then I would have let myself scream out. I even squirted.

Afterwards, I felt relieved, relaxed. But, for at least ten minutes after I came, I was breathing heavy still with my heart pounding, my soaked pussy throbbing in pleasure of being fucked by my wand. I just kept muttering the word “WOW!” I was speechless.

Horny

I am so horny right now. I think my birth control shot is wearing off. You are probably wondering why I am on birth control if I am not having sex. Well, that is because I went on it as a precaution. When I first got together with my boyfriend, things were really hot and heavy, and my hormones always wanted to fool around. So, we decided that, just in case, I would get the shot just to be safe. I didn’t know that the shot would make me less horny (probably why it’s called birth control).

Well, since I am not having sex, the shot was starting to make me depressed, and I would always get these mood swings, I decided to go off of it. Today my next shot was supposed to take place, but I am not getting it. And it is around the last week of the shot before the next one due that it starts to wear off, making me extremely horny.

I am too horny to masturbate. I masturbated twice in a row the other night, and twice last night, about 3 hours in between sessions. I took my favorite bullet, rubbing it in circles around my clit. When I was dripping wet with need, I took my glass dildo, thrusting it in and out of my tight, wet pussy. With those two toys combined, I came. I came hard. I even let myself squirt, feeling the need for that added release.

I am also horny for cock. Nice hard cock that I can just take into my mouth, running my tongue around the head, up and down the shaft. I want to put my lips over the head, slowly putting it deeper and deeper into my mouth, sucking on the head, while still using my tongue to tease it.

I want to get the nice, hard cock nice and wet. When it is dripping with my saliva, I want to take it in my hand and jack it off. As I jack it off I want to take his sweet balls into my mouth, licking them with my tongue, and then gently suckle on them. Next, I want to move my mouth back up to his cock, and start kissing it. Up and down the shaft, all around the head. Slowly, I will start licking it, then eventually put it all into my mouth and suck, running my tongue all over.

I trade off between sucking and jacking it off. I can hear him moaning, encouraging me to go faster. While his cock is in my mouth, I bob my head up and down, making it go partially in and out of my mouth. I can tell he is close. I take his cock as far as my mouth will allow, and start softly massaging his balls. I can feel him tense up as his moans get louder and more urgent. Suddenly, I feel a warm substance fill my mouth. I softly use my tongue to tickle his head as he shoots his sticky cum into my mouth. He asks me to swallow. I do. Every last drop.