But no he denied me that fun,he stopped twitching and pulled back from me,his rubber clad cock leaving my hole till only his bell end was in me,then s...id back up into me,then out to his cock head then back in,and just kept going at that same slow pace,the sweat was dripping from my head and face as I fought back my own cum,this was so fucking intense and no sound from him either,totally silent with me writhing and bucking on the end of his gorgeous cock,grunting like a pig as he slow fucked my. I think to myself, ‘who would be calling me at this hour as it is late at night?’ I answer the phone ‘ hello?’ but no one answers on the other end, so I say hello a couple more times but still no answer. I figure someone was just prank calling me so I hang up. I lay back down but just as I lay my head on my pillow my phone rings again but this time it is not a phone call it is just a text. I look at my phone and it is the same person that called me just minutes before. I open the text message. She could taste the fluids that her tongue had coaxed out, a thick texture, salty, not all together unpleasant but just a small amount seemed to spread quickly inside her mouth. She let her tongue run down the side until she felt the ridge around the head, imagining the large red helmet that was the head, running her tongue all around the edge, the tip of the cock rubbing against her cheeks as she did.He enjoyed the way she seemed to be exploring his cock with her tongue. Would she be so. And who I found was Mistress April, we weren't that close to each otherbutwe did both live off the same interstate and I was thrilled by the fact thatshe agreed me to meet me half way. Mistress April was much younger than me,28 and very rough minded. The fact she was younger appealed to me a lotbecause I knew women today felt freer and were more relaxed about theirsexuality. She lived in a larger town than me and through our emails I knewshe had a circle of friends whom she controlled. She.