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that’s what I
want, meaty.
    I knelt down in front of him, I leaned my
face towards till my lips touched his mushroom head. Yeah right, I
began kissing it. I filled it with my warm and gentle smooch. I
started from the head till the body and through his balls. I even
smelled his hair down there. Oh, I don’t know but it felt like a
drug, the more you do it the more you get attracted to it. I can
smell the scent of a real man. It’s just something irresistible to
a woman like me. After that, I took a quick glance to his face, and
I can see him, he’s looking at me too. Poor little Greg, he’s
powerless. But that’s just motivating. I gave him my devil-like
stare and I know he got it there. That’s true, I will give him the
best time of his life. So I put my eyes back to his cock and gave
it my final look. Slowly, I opened my mouth, bent it towards him,
closer, and at last I put it inside.
    Oh this is it. This is how it tastes. This is
his flavor. My tongue can feel his skin underneath. I can feel the
hardness. I can smell him. As I move my mouth down, the taste
becomes heavy. Heavy in a way it rouses me to continue, to do even
more. I like it, as much as he does. Silent moans from his covered
mouth can tell me that. Yeah right, he can’t stop it. He can’t
prevent himself to express the feeling of being under a great
pleasure. I just can’t believe that the man that I just see around
is right inside of my mouth now. This is just exciting. Even if you
are beautiful, you are smart, you are sexy, and basically you have
it all to get what you want, but chance like this, like the man you
really want to bed just went right in front of you without putting
any effort at all, oh God, it’s rare!
    So I took my hands away, let my mouth do the
job alone, some called it no touch , and I put them on his
legs. Then I pulled his legs and bent them over till I found my
hands gripping tightly over his thighs. That’s true, I am at his
bottom enjoying his manhood. I said enjoying because I am really
am. I sucked it, I licked it, I twisted my mouth with my tight lips
around it, I tasted it, everything I’ve learned from my previous
experiences. I can see how he acts with the thing I do to him. This
genius-looking guy is pervert!
    I took a break and asked him to flip over.
No, I didn’t, I did it by myself. I flipped him over and bent his
body. I faced his butt in front of me with his hands still hooked
on the headboard. Looking over his smooth and even and rosy butt
cheeks, I can’t avoid myself so I slapped them. I started from the
right side with a hard one. I can hear how he reacted with it.
    “That hurts!” he cried out loud biting the
handkerchief more. He didn’t sound clear but I heard his words so
well.
    “Did it?” I asked. Then I hit him once again.
I can hear how he howled the pain again and I guess he said ouch . But I just liked it. I like hearing somebody cries out
the pain. It just sounds good to me. It’s more of motivating again.
It drives my sexual appetite. “You want more?” I repeated. I didn’t
hear what he said but I’m guessing he said no . Oh, he’s such
a baby and I liked it too. So I hit him again. And again. And
again. I can hear how he struggles from the pain. It’s beautiful to
my ears. To be fair with the right, I also did that to the left
side. I counted them. I did nine slaps from both sides. It’s a
lucky number.
    Then I stood up behind him, held him at his
waist line, and glued my pussy there. I still have my panty on but
I guess he can already feel mine. And yeah, it’s a doggie style. I
rubbed mine behind him, made him feel it with his reddish butt.
Then I pushed my buns to him. Then I tried it again. And one more.
And more.
    I flipped him back and pulled both of his
feet and laid him very well on his bed–still with his hands hooked
over the headboard. I looked at his face and he looked so tired.
But who cares? So I walked over him and sat over his face, on his
mouth to be exact.