1. FELLATIO MORNINGS


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now as it is i*****l for you to be here. If it is i*****l for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring group sex, bisexual situations, i****t, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. For a man, to wake up on a lazy Sunday morning with an orally talented woman, orally caressing his cock, has got to be one of life’s greatest pleasures. This is especially true if that woman is very special to him and she truly loves the act of fellatio. The feeling is exquisite. You’d really have to be very queer not to enjoy it. At first, I am still asl**p, dreaming wonderfully salacious dreams. Gradually I become aware that the soft kisses up and down my stiff prong aren’t from some ephemeral phantom lover, but are indeed real, or is that my dream is that realistic? The delicate tongue ...
    slides up the underside ridge of my cock, and stops to lightly dance at the little fold of skin at the base of my glans. I feel my throat vibrating as I moan softly. The moist succulent lips, kiss back down my penile shaft, softy kissing. Hot breath bathes my scrotum, shriveled and thick from a slight night chill. The tongue lightly licks at the thickened sack and then she ascends along the side of my shaft, dragging her tongue in one continuous lick. Upon reaching the apex, she circles the spongy head, dragging her ball stud against the sensitive flesh. I know now that it is not a dream, but very real. Not opening my eyes, I drift off into a state of overwhelming pleasure centered on my genitalia. Not asl**p, but certainly not alert to anything but my cock, I float intoxicated in a blissful state. Her lips part slightly, just enough for the tip of my dick to nuzzle between the soft petals, kissing me softly. Her lips touch again, this time parted a little wider. A soft smacking reaches my ears as she kisses and makes love to my cock. The soft kissing stops momentarily. Hot breath surrounds my now throbbing tip before her lips close around the corona, enveloping the head in a wet silky heat. Involuntarily I groan loudly with approval. She pulls back, her lips lightly sliding over the drooling head. The lips separate from my flesh. Sliding across the tip, her tongue gathers my salty emission. Hot breath surrounds the glans, and again the full lips close around the rim of the ...
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