Bedroom Closet

Suck­ing his cock while he is asleep is one of my favorite things.  Not fully hard I can take him all the way into my mouth, suck­ing hard to feel him grow.  Soon I cant take all of it down any­more.  His move­ment has just been to make it eas­ier for me, uncon­sciously he obeys when I climb down and push his legs fur­ther apart.  I am remem­ber­ing my cum cov­ered nip­ples, remem­ber­ing my dreams.  This morn­ing I am want­ing all of him.  I lick and kiss his inner thighs, I neglect noth­ing.  His balls get spe­cial atten­tion this morn­ing.  Lift­ing them with my hand to lick under­neath and around.  I take them into my mouth gen­tly, suck­ing them, play­ing with them with my tongue.  I tease his ass hole with fin­gers and tongue before tak­ing his cock deep within my mouth again and he becomes more active.

Rolling to his side, push­ing me into place he gen­tly fucks my mouth.  I love the use, I want him to use me how ever he wishes.  He pulls me up to him, remem­ber­ing last night and is suck­ing my nip­ples again, press­ing his cock against me.  I think how easy he would be inside me with­out my night pants on.  His hard­ness is amaz­ing.  He wants me to cum, its been too long, he tells me to use my hands.  I resist at first, then gen­tly start to rub, only the very top of my pussy, just pres­sure a lit­tle move­ment.  He is suck­ing harder and harder when I cum.  Vir­tu­ally scream­ing as waves shoot through me, my body shakes, I can barely con­trol it, I feel like I could cry as he con­tin­ues his atten­tion, keep­ing pres­sure between my legs and his mouth on my nipples.

When I fin­ish he cums again, I am always amazed at how much he can cum, one after another.  It always seems if I want more it’s ready.  He cums on my face as I eagerly lick his cock, want­ing it all.  Con­ver­sa­tions start again, my hands wan­der, and we decide if we are leav­ing the bed at all today it bet­ter be now.

I could have kept him there, my hand on his cock, his mouth on my nipple…all day would have suited me fine.  But this way my pat­tern just begins again as I look at him and get wet think­ing about him cum­ming at least a cou­ple more times before tomorrow.

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