For several moments, you closed your eyes and licked, stroked and moved your lips up and down his throbbing shaft.You opened your eyes to see him look...ng intensely back into yours. “Lick it,” he said, and you responded immediately, your tongue wandering down the length of his shaft You realized it made you shiver when he told you what to do. “Balls, too,” he added. You paused for only the briefest moment to process this situation before your tongue swiped down against his balls and you sucked. Because I feel, believe, and even expect that this is inevitable anyway, and something that is better if it does occur, I always, *always* , encourage them to do so, nearly always without a single question being asked to them. It's not only their right to do so, but also an expected and preferable result of my exposure. If it were not, then I would not be exposed from the start. It's just that simple. Unfortunately, most, if not all of those who say this, seem never to do so, although the. I sat down, and we exchanged small some small talk, then he fetched me a wine from the bar, when he came back he sat close next to me. put his heavy large hand on my thigh....feeling, I knew what for, he found my suspender clip, and smiled...."good girl" he said, I felt my cock twitch a little, i loved to be called girl! Andrew was a big guy, bigger than I expected, 6'2" and about 15 stone, strong, shaved head and half cast. He was hot. Hotter than any guy I'd been with before.We talked. Wild sensations rippling around my shaft as I sink inside your slick wetness, feeling your walls stretch around me. You murmur as I press deeply, giving you every inch. Throbbing inside you, your pussy feels so delicious around my steely hard shaft as you entice me inside. Thrusting, I quickly build a pace. Deep cantering strokes take the air from your lungs. Consumed by lust, we fuck hungrily. Urgently. My hips, meeting the buck of yours, the growing wet coupling ever louder. My hand slips.