He pressed the head against her opening and then in what seemed like one big thrust entered her deeply. She let out a big moan and I worked my tongue ...gainst her clit even more frantically. With each deep thrust his balls mashed across my face, I could detect the musky scent of his scrotum, a complete first for me. He held her hips firmly in his two hands and banged her hard, in a manner that suggested he had longed for it for sometime. She moaned breathlessly. All at once in a way that seemed. She sank onto his body still quivering as she slowly came back to earth and I bet she was still gripping the softening length inside her for all she was worth to get the last few drops out of him. I think it was more by instinct than desire that he reached out and slid his hand up my inner leg and came to my very wet gaping vulva and realising what I was doing to myself thrust two waggling fingers into it and as I started to moan and pant realised that I could take more and added a third which. He never brought it up, so neither did I.That week seemed to unleash something between us, and we started to expand our little pretend games to include my secret exhibitionist desires and his fantasy of me being with another man. We created these mini fantasies while we had sex -- him telling me he was going to expose me in different ways, and me telling him I was going to take a lover so I could have more cock.Other things changed after that night, too. For one thing, it became a regular part. I hoped that he would realize that if, when I orgasmed again, he would give his prick a good hard shove he could make it all the way into my throat without gagging me. I knew I would not be able to tell him when to do it.Soon I could feel an orgasm building. As it arrived I did not want to hope he did the right thing. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled him to me as I forced my face forward. His shaft slid into my throat. I held his still as I repeatedly pulled my head back and.