“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” She said as she licked at the tip. “That’s a lovely cock; all full of cum, and I want it Ben.” S...e sucked me, rolling her tongue across the end and giving a gentle bit before licking along the shaft, down to my balls. She pulled my cock up against my belly and sucked one of my balls in to her mouth. Taking my cock in hand I pushed her head back and watched my hard dick slid into her mouth, over her tongue and down her throat. I slid my cock up and down. Totally hot bad boy. Appearance wise, they were a perfect couple. Gin recognized that but didn’t think it meant much. He might be cute but he was still stuck up. And what was the deal with what he said about her not leaving? That was weird. She took the drawing table next to his after turning on the radio and began to think about her project. ‘So, Gin, what’s your project? Did you get lucky?’ ‘Funny. Not so much. I did get lucky with surrealism as the style, but the object or scene or whatever. I drifted off to sleep with my hands around Mark while he talked on the phone. I must have woken up an hour later with his hands around my neck. He was softly caressing me while his dick was on my face. Before I could be fully awake, it grew to double its size and slid into my mouth. And he started moving. The pressure of satisfying him was mounting on me. I imagined all the gorgeous and experienced girls who must have passed through this bedroom. In that thought, I suddenly rolled my tongue. .." she lost the capability for coherent speech when my tongue slid between the moist lips of her youthful pussy, savoring musky, juices. We worked each other joyously for some minutes until her hip motions took a rhythmic motion that I knew signaled an approaching orgasm. She gave my erection one more langorous suck then pulled it out of her mouth and held it against her cheek as her breath came in gasps and little mewing sounds, and then "Ohgogohgodogod ... Dannnn ... Nnnnnggghhhh! Ahhhhh!".