He cooks, he cleans, and his talented tongue makes me cum almost daily. But early on in our relationship, I was pretty unsure about letting him cum on...my face. I consider myself a feminist and most of my friends in that circle won't let guys do it, but I knew how badly he wanted to mask my face with his hot jizz, so in the first year of our relationship, I decided to give him exactly what he wanted for his birthday.On his birthday, we went out to dinner, saw a movie, and ended up back at his. Then in but a blink of an eye he was there touching me, caressing me, kissing me with such fervor that my only breath escaped me. My adonis, my dreams come to life, I encircled him in my arms wanting to hold him to me forever. I opend my mouth to his and he slid his tongue deep into mine his taste of warm honey and sandlewood made my mouth water I had to have more. He cupped my ass and lifted me up to his chest taking each of my hard nipples into his mouth gentley sucking and nipping and laving. The set was over after the next song and we decided to finish our drinks and head back to the hotel. Kathy said she wanted to go to the washroom before we left and it was upstairs in this club. I watched as she headed up the winding stairs and looked around at the other patrons. The guitar player from the band came by and asked if I was enjoying the show. I told him that we’re having a great time. We got into a conversation about their life on the road and he started telling me stories. I guess it’s a “macho” thing. Anyway, I went with it since the ladies seemed to be enjoying it and started to drive my cock in and out of Barbie’s little pussy repeatedly. I went at it hard, driving into her over and over again as we continued to kiss and Ivy cheered us on. Barbie eventually grabbed me by the ass and pulled me down into her, grinding her clit into the top of my cock, her breathing became erratic and she broke our kiss. She groaned deep in her throat and then growled, “I am.