His body was tight with tension and his face was a mask of post-orgasmic bliss. And I get to see many of them. Luckily, I was so turned on from having such a big cock, I was soaking wet with need. “Don’t worry about it. Then I feel better doing this.”
I took his tip into my mouth and began to slide it down my throat. With a desperate, needful grunt, each spurt shot down my throat as his cock pulsed uncontrollably, and his body bucked and writhed in unadulterated ecstasy. He was so thick and deep inside me, it was like a mixture of pain and pleasure. I had a great amount of pleasure watching him eye up my body. Every stroke of my finger over my clit sent waves of pleasure through me. It felt divine, but I might be too tight for him. The world turned white, and I tried to focus, greedily swallowing as much of his cum as possible.
