This is one of the little things about oral sex that I love. When I see the reaction of the man, as I savour and relish in the taste of their own syru...y fluids it drives me wild and wanting for more, and forces me to please their aching desires. I looked up at him and opened my mouth slowly, waiting for him to guide his cock through my sodden lips. He had a look of what seemed like lust mixed with trepidation on his face, his eyes scanning my body; his penis ached and jerked and a bead of. He would think that she had been asleep. She remained pressing against him until five minutes had passed. Then she moved back and turned away. Somehow Jake managed to get to sleep and it was after the sun arose that he opened his eyes hearing noise. He turned and saw her standing next to the bed. "What time is it?" "7:00AM," she smiled as she stretched her arms over her head. As she did the tee shirt lifted. She felt the cool air on her upper thighs and then her pubic area. Jake's eyes widened. God, I love you!" Sandy knelt down and sucked my aching cock into her mouth. She worked my cock deeper into her mouth, finally my balls brushed up against her chin. When she grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, I came. What little cum I had left spurted into her. She withdrew my shaft and looked up at me. I lifted her and kissed her, tasting my sperm as our tongues met. "Ummm...we're done downstairs", came a voice from the doorway.Sandy and I looked over to see Tim standing in the doorway. He. You know that doesn’t belong to you right now.”She pouted, but her hands dropped to her side.I mulled over our finances. I hadn’t worked for a while. Fuck it, I thought. We need money. Let’s go big.With a few more keystrokes, I alerted a subset of clients. Shortly, their chat icons began popping up, signaling their paying attendance. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty . . . . finally, 27. Twenty-seven visitors paying $60 for an hour-long show. $1,620. I’d put half of that into my wife’s retirement.