"I want to see you cum..." My fingers were plunging in and out of myself now. Watching her approach her climax, I tried to time mine. It hit. She boun...ed on the couch, calling out my name and drive the vibrator inside her with a powerful thrusting motion. I wanked as fast as I could, producing a huge orgasm that made me stumble in the stairwell. My foot hit the floor one step down with a thud. Mama froze. Shit!I bounded silently up the stairs and crawled quietly onto my bed, laying my laptop on. It was good for the morale of her loins. It appeared to be whispering to her, asking her to purchase it. When she got home to hang up the painting, she read up the subject of the painting, Priapus, and found out that he was a minor rustic fertility God who was supposed by some to be the son of Aphrodite and Dionysus. She heard that travelers used to gain the favor of Priapus by rubbing the cock on his statues. What works for statues works for paintings, she thought, and so she rubbed his penis. I then took the tip into my mouth and sucked. Malcolm threw his head back and gripped the arms of chair. "Fuck, Ana!" he exclaimed. Inch by inch I took him into my mouth until I reached the base. Malcolm's moans of pleasure were like music to my ears. My pussy began throbbing again as I pulled my mouth up his cock slowly while sucking him. I almost reached the the tip when Malcolm pushed his hips up and his cock hit the back of my throat. It hurt but the felt good all at the same time. He. I resisted the urge to help her, and push the back of her head onto my cock. She did fine by herself. She soon had my rigid cock between her fingers, lifting it to her lips, tasting it, then slipping it between her lips, into her warm and willing mouth. Whatever her experience, she had sucked cock before, without a doubt. Her lips, tongue and mouth danced over me as her hair came undone, falling all around me. I tried to make the few moments last an eternity, but it was over too fast. I.