(Written by Byron Moss. Edited and revised by Dion Lorah)
Time with Tamara – Part 1 of 3
Tamara rode me gently and slowly. She arched her back to give me easy access to suckle her breasts. My hands gripped her hips, though I let her control the pace and intensity.
Still it didn’t seem long before I whispered in her ear that I was almost over the edge. “Not yet,” She breathed into my ear. She stopped rocking and gently rose off me. I could see her moistness begging for more as she took my hand and, turning away, she led me into her bedroom. She stroked me while telling me to lay down on my back and relax. I tried to grab her and pull her to me but she giggled and wiggled away from me. She pushed me away from her and onto the bed. I gave up the fight to have her. I relaxed as much as I could with the aching in my cock screaming for more of her. She moved her body over mine. She resembled a cat stalking its prey with her breasts moving upward on my body as a cat’s underbelly moves over grass. I moved my hands to bring her mouth to mine and she disallowed it. She pushed my hands close to my body and used her legs to pin me down. How clever she was to have me immobilized while her own hands were free. She began kissing me softly on the neck and ears, chest, stomach … She moved her legs off my arms and moved further down my body. She was so smooth that I didn’t realize my hands were free. I enjoyed her hands, then her mouth, on my balls.
Tamara’s tongue was warm and left a trail of wetness as she sucked and licked my shaft and tickled the head with her tongue. She removed her mouth from me and slowly, ever so slowly, licked from underneath my balls to the tip of my cock, running her tongue around the rim before enveloping me in her mouth. I felt my tip at the back of her throat just before she sucked in hard as her mouth rose back to the top of my shaft. She did this repeatedly while her hand massaged my balls. She took my length again, but stopped sucking as she had been. She relaxed her mouth around me. I watched her head bob up and down as I felt my tip pushing against the back of her throat before sliding down it a bit. I assumed she felt my cock twitch because suddenly she stopped. My tip resting partially down her throat; her mouth not moving, her tongue still, her hand simply cradling my sack. No movement at all. She slowly and gently slid her mouth up my shaft and off of me as she let go of my balls. “I want to see it,” I heard her say as she stretched over and reached for something on the nightstand. She squeezed out a few drops of KY warming liquid and massaged it around my cock. She started stroking me, slowly at first. She watched her hand work as my eyes rolled upward into their sockets.
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