He was definitely in an orgasm. I sensed that he knew I wanted no part of a wild thrashing orgasm with him punching his penis to the back of my throat... I simply wanted him to have a nice orgasm, in my mouth where I could suck on him and swallow and please him... till he could take no more.I need wait no longer. In his faster paced rhythm he shot his cum into my mouth still pumping as he had been for he past few minutes. The big blast of watery fluid told me he anticipated this for a time, he. That's a bit rigid for me, I like face-fucking to be gentle, and I like him to moan and sound like he's my slave. Can't bear anyone saying 'suck that, bitch.' I'd tell them to suck it themselves. But you may get turned on by that stuff and that's fine.So find a rhythm, and go with it. Whatever you do -- mouth all the way down, or a combination of mouth and hands and tongue, do it for a few minutes. Work on it. Get it just right, then as he's really into it change for something else. Generally,. Chantelle settling in his lap to lean back against him, he had one dark hand on her breast and the other pulling up her dress, they weren't going to waste any time.They watched as Eric took his wife in his arms and they shared a lingering kiss, sometimes pulling back so that their tongues could be seen caressing each others, then mouths glued tightly together and bodies pressed close. Although Eric was taller, Jayne was tall for a woman and he didn't have to bow out and bend over to reach her. I was Not Responsible myself.I stripped down and lay on the bed. I must have been more tired than I thought, because I skipped washing up and fell soundly asleep.In the night I had a disturbing dream. I was lying on my back. It was dark, so that I could not see. But I could feel a light touch on my penis. I tried to move my arms to brush away whatever it was, but they would not move. The touch grew, and soon I could feel a small cold hand stroking my penis, which began to rise up. I could feel.