AOTC: Out

From Create Your Own Story

"Turn around," he commands, pulling out. You rush as fast as you can to obey, turning and kneeling before his penis, taking it in your grasp.

You marvel once more at its shape and texture, sliding your fingers over its length and head. Your cleanliness is a benefit; all that covers it is a thin moistness, your own. You kiss the tip, lightly at first, then running your lips, then tongue against it. You lick up its length, feeling through the fine hair at its base. Then you place it against your lips and let it slide into your mouth.

He lets you do your work, filling your mouth with it, caressing it with your tongue, thrusting it in and out, all while massaging its length with your slim and smooth fingers. His hands run through your hair, stroking, pulling, gripping. Yours drift down occasionally to massage yourself once more between your lowers lips, slightly moaning into his manhood.

You know he's about to cum when he clutches your head and begins to thrust softly. You comply with pleasure, thrusting him in and out of your mouth, until the first hot torrent bursts forth. A few bursts fill your mouth, then your pull out and stroke him into your face, feeling the hot sperm splash against your cheeks, your eyelids, your lips. The cum in your mouth you swallow easily, the same with that you lick off your lips as you smile up at him, his face tired but pleased.

Then with a grin he reminds me "I don't think it's over yet."

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