SOAK ME

That Wednesday evening, we had sat on the living room couch across from each other for some time. The red wine bottle was empty. The music was rumbling low and deep, vibrating in the background. 

The yellow minidress you told me made your knees weak was all I wore, but you didn’t know that at the time. Several of the buttons on your shirt had come undone, and I probably shouldn’t have told you the denim pants you wore made your ass look edible.

My eyes traced the shape of your face, the build of your chest, the curve of your lips. And just when I thought things were winding down for the night, you reached over, and with the index finger on your left hand, you parted my glossed lips and slid inside my mouth. Oh fuck. As your finger slid all the way in, you looked me dead in the eyes, as if to say, I dare you to lick it. And without me even thinking about it, my tongue was slipping around the base of your finger, flicking at the tip, before I closed my lips around it and sucked it softly. A whimper escaped my mouth as I succumbed to the feeling. I sucked it like I suck my boyfriend’s cock. Yes, I was willing.

Your right hand had already disappeared under the burgundy velvet pillow sitting in your lap, and the quiet sounds of unzipping shortly followed. Your eyes stayed glued to mine as the pillow began to shift up and down from your hand stroking your shaft in secret. I clasped my lips around your finger again, and I sucked on it like it was a straw. Your breath had quickened and your lips were pressed together, breathing hard. When I opened my mouth more you slipped another finger inside. And then another. I wet them all. I slurped them all, drool hanging in shiny strings, in between my suckable titties. 

I sat across from you on the couch watching as you rocked your grip up and down until you took your fingers out of my mouth and sat back. Then you removed the pillow, revealing the heavy, meaty cock you held in your hand. Fuck, it was so thick. You used my saliva to lubricate that long stiff dick, and with both hands you pumped yourself in front of me, your eyes never once leaving mine.

Slowly I leaned back into the couch and raised my right leg up to your face. When you stuck out your tongue I slid my toes into your open mouth. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your tongue fucked between my toes, slipping in and sliding out quickly. It tickled my pussy as I watched your juicy balls begin to tighten and contract from your grip. The head of your fat pole was oozing as you jacked it rhythmically, and I could tell you had no desire to control the wave that was incoming.

Fuck.

You were going to splash thick warm ropes of cum all over the place within seconds, but what I really wanted was for you to cum on my face.

I wanted you to nut all inside my mouth and burst all over my beautiful lips.

I wanted to feel what it felt like to have you drain your soft brown balls right down my throat.

I wanted you to soak me.