His for the taking. On adrenalin filled legs I stepped across the bedroom threshold. As I did he stepped behind me and whispered. ‘Good girl’. I...started walking over to the bed but he stopped me. ‘Go sit in that chair’. He pointed over to black deep set leather computer spinning chair, located by his computer, the screen was switched off. I took a quick glance of the room: the walls were painted dark navy blue, verging on the point of black, His bed was located near to the door of the joint. I want to build up the intensity of this blowjob, take my time and blow his mind. I'm now licking and nibbling at his balls, my nose is buried in his groin, I sniff it in deeply savoring his scent, the aroma coming from him, is the most arousing, smell I could ever think of. There are no words to describe the intensity of the pleasure I feel at this moment. With my hands I cup his balls and squeeze them as my tongue slides its way up and down being sure to taste every inch of his cock, coating. I watched for a bit. In my feverish state, her movements seemed almost hypnotic. Her long, slender arms moving over my body; the way her red hair tumbled out from beneath the white cap bent over… I was quite unable to take my eyes off her. Eventually, however, the fever took hold and I began to drift away. I was so tired. I think I fell into a bit of a daze. It was like I was dreaming. I felt my nightie – a long tee-shirt, really – being pulled up until it was bunched under my. After a short time of squatting over Peter, I just had to kneel and give my legs a rest. At no time did his willing mouth become detached from my thrusting cock, his head just moved lower to accommodate the new angle of entry.Doing this did however allow me to lean forward and resume my own sucking, and I very happily slid Peters shaft back into my mouth. I do like a 69.This went on for a very good 15-20 minutes. I was giving Peter a very sloppy blowjob, only stopping to spit on his cock and.