Let’s get to the story. It was one of those lazy Friday mornings I woke up to the soothing sound of rains. I had no interest in getting out of my co...y comforters. Already sporting a morning wood, I opened up tinder app, with hope to initiate sexting with my matches, maybe to get off. I had around five matches then; three of them showed no signs of getting out of the endless-text exchanges and two were just in there for sexting. While swiping a few more, I got a match with Poulami. Like most. . everything about it. The feeling of your cock deep in my throat - so huge and powerful. Your smell - so tempting and beguiling. Your taste - so bewitching and tormenting at the same time - because the fragrance of your precum was ambrosia on my tongue, and I just couldn’t get enough of it.With your right hand, you wrapped a handful of hair around your fist and slowly pulled me to my feet. Slow enough that I could get up, but still hard enough to show me that you were in complete control and. I had performed a similar but different act with Michael, something I had done for the wrong reasons. The night with Ping had been one of never dreamed of passion. I was about to do something I'd never thought possible, I was going to make love to a woman. I stopped nuzzling her neck and proceeded kissing down her svelte body. My lips pausing at her breasts for a brief interlude of sucking and teasing. I enjoyed her nipples in my mouth, it almost felt primal. It was fun playing with them,. I pushed a little harder. ‘Ouch,’ she said, ‘that hurts. It looks like I’m out of action for a while.’ She put her hand on me. ‘Mama has some little tricks she can play. How does my little fellow like this?’ My little fellow disappeared into Bette’s mouth. Powerful, suctioning forces were at work, and so was her hand, frantically pumping up and down. I felt a familiar pressure begin to build in my loins, demanding to be released. The pressure had started building when she had met me at the.