79 - Becca

With one hand, I pushed his cock to the throat, turning my tongue against the pulsating and soft flesh. Fred gasped, the way it makes every woman mad. With desire, horniness, lust without measure. I sucked with a slow movement of my tongue in its extension, getting fed up with that delicious and enviable part of his body. Not all the men I went out with were like Fred. The size of him. In his way. And that man drove me crazy.

All that slowness to start oral sex, made me aware of his smell, that particular smell of sexual moments, and that took me off the axis completely. One of his legs was between mine, and I didn't notice when he stretched his blessed leg and touched my wet intimacy and desperate for contact. My eyes turned to his, and the man moaned in a muffled way.

At that moment, Fred gave himself totally to me, of flesh and blood, or rather, of flesh and blood, as his cock throbbed against my tongue and silenced the inaudible murmurs of my throat. I increased the pressure in my