So, after that night of sheer sexual frenzy, I awoke with a raging hard-on. Sure, that happens a lot, but this was different. I couldn’t stop thinking of the night before. It was a Sunday, and Juliette was relaxing downstairs, while I worked upstairs. From time to time, I’d venture down, and every time I did, I’d say something like “That was so hot last night,” or “Man, last night was amazing,” or “Have I mentioned how great I thought last night was? Hmm? Have I?” She’d chuckle and agree, but I couldn’t tell how sincere she was. But the energy of the night kept running through my head, and my loins. It got to the point where I was walking around the house with a raging stiffy that just wouldn’t subside. Juliette finally took pity on me. She led me to the bed, sat on the edge, popped my throbbing cock out of my pants and sucked it into her mouth with a “Pop!” Heaven! She’s so good at giving head. Slow and wet, fast and hard, whatever. I live by the motto “Good Girls Come First,” however, so before long, she laid back with her breasts spilling over the top of her bra, nipples hard and ready, and opened her legs to me. I take pride in my oral skills, and before long she was thrashing through a powerful orgasm. Watching her come is one of my favorite things, and this was a good one. She clamped her legs hard around my head and almost leapt up off the bed, she came so hard. I gently kissed and caressed her as she basked it the afterglow. “Mmm… your turn.”
Juliette once again led me to the end of the bed and sat there, my hard member waving in front of her face. She grabbed it in one hand and licked all the way down the underside, running her tongue around my sack and then back up again, before plunging her mouth over the swollen head. Sucking it deep, she made my knees weak as she opened wide and swallowed it all the way down, her nose tickling my pubic hair over and over. She kept right on sucking and stroking my cock, working it right up to the edge, then slowing a little to let it back off. Then, it was time. I pulled it out of her mouth and starting jerking it over her. But she leaned back!
“I want to come on your face!” I pleaded.
“No, I just washed my hair.”
“But it’s the first one of the year!” I’m such a whiner.
“Okay,” she smiled, “but don’t get it in my hair.”
Now, I’m usually more of a dribbler, and had come buckets on her beautiful ass the night before, so her hair was safe. “No, ma’am!” I said, and renewed my stroking. Just then, she leaned in as the first shot flew across her lips. So far, so good. The next one went across her chin and up beside her mouth. Hair still good! Or not. Shot three hit hard. The white rope shot up over the left side of her face and laid itself in a perfect, glistening line from her temple all the way to the back of her head.
“Oh, you’re so dead,” she laughed. “You did that on purpose!”
Come on, guys. Back me up here. We can’t always control where it goes, right? The last few spurts fell dutifully about her mouth and chin as we both laughed and fell over onto the bed. “You’re in so much trouble,” she chided me as we lay there together. I guess I can’t help being a naughty boy.
Originally Posted by Juliette et Franklin
So, after that night of sheer sexual frenzy, I awoke with a raging hard-on. Sure, that happens a lot, but this was different. I couldn’t stop thinking of the night before. It was a Sunday, and Juliette was relaxing downstairs, while I worked upstairs. From time to time, I’d venture down, and every time I did, I’d say something like “That was so hot last night,” or “Man, last night was amazing,” or “Have I mentioned how great I thought last night was? Hmm? Have I?” She’d chuckle and agree, but I couldn’t tell how sincere she was. But the energy of the night kept running through my head, and my loins. It got to the point where I was walking around the house with a raging stiffy that just wouldn’t subside. Juliette finally took pity on me. She led me to the bed, sat on the edge, popped my throbbing cock out of my pants and sucked it into her mouth with a “Pop!” Heaven! She’s so good at giving head. Slow and wet, fast and hard, whatever. I live by the motto “Good Girls Come First,” however, so before long, she laid back with her breasts spilling over the top of her bra, nipples hard and ready, and opened her legs to me. I take pride in my oral skills, and before long she was thrashing through a powerful orgasm. Watching her come is one of my favorite things, and this was a good one. She clamped her legs hard around my head and almost leapt up off the bed, she came so hard. I gently kissed and caressed her as she basked it the afterglow. “Mmm… your turn.”
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