
Originally Posted by
MissSingerMrDurden
My Marla on her knees is something incredible. But my Marla on her knees for me is beyond words.
She opens my trousers. I'm hard of course - who wouldn't be - and she smiles. She kisses the tip gently to her lips. She looks at me, then back to one end of the dark, open alleyway. We hear cars closing in the carpark overlooking us. She looks back to me, one eyebrow raised.
Dare we continue? She asks with her eyes only. We both know the answer.
She lowers her mouth to me.
I'm engulfed, teased, her tongue drifts around the head of my cock. Warmth and wetness. A willing, oh so willing softness. Pink caverns. Lips. She looks to me again but now without doubt. One last lap and she slides my cock back, deep, to the fleshy hinge and then, a soft sighing yield and I'm deeper still, back in her throat. She swallows and meets my eyes again, her's slightly watering now. She begins a rhythm, not a luxurious take-your-time-sunday-morning blowjob. This is risky. People she knows are here. We could be caught.
"Camera?" she asks.
I fumble for a second and get it out. Now she's sucking, desperately, in the spotlight of my phone. The alleyway has two entrances, and is over looked. We are going to be seen.
But she teases. She slows, speeds, uses her hands then breaks her rhythm to lick. Her cheekbones, sharp in the streetlight, stand out as she sucks. Her lips, flushed pink, trail a glorious wet heat from the root of my cock to the tip and back. Friction, slick and wet, her hands gripping the shaft, my legs, my ass.
Then she sits back. My cock throbs in the cold air. She lazily sucks one ball into her mouth. Then comes up to kiss me, stroking me absent mindedly with her hand. I taste myself on her saliva and lean back again the wall, its cold bricks hard against my back.
I am split in two - the rough reality of life chilling my back, the warm pink touch of fantasy before me.
My Marla breaks the kiss, holds my eyes as she licks her hands, and returns to her knees.
I lose control.