1. Lake, Part 1


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: TooShy678, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    over that sensitive ridge of skin just below the head. He made a sound halfway between a moan and a growl. I glanced up at him, and through the curtain of my red hair I saw that he had thrown his head back and closed his eyes. I enjoyed the sight of him like that for a few seconds before turning my full attention back to his swollen, throbbing cock. I took him in my mouth again, slowly moving down, beginning to suck gently as my tongue explored him. I knew he wanted more, faster, but I allowed myself a little bit of time to drown in my own sensations: the wonderful texture of his soft skin slick from my mouth, the mingled scent of his soap and his skin, the pulsing heat coming off his body, the slightly salty taste of his skin – all this intoxicated me like nothing before. But over all of this, I could feel his need. I stopped playing with him and began to blow him in earnest, sucking harder and gradually moving faster over him, humming softly now and then as the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat. His hips began moving with me, and I picked up my pace to match the rhythm his body was begging of me. Before long I felt his hand in my hair, twisting it up and to the side so he could see. I glanced up at him, caught his eyes for a moment before closing mine again. I took him deep in my throat and moaned for him. He went wild – ...
    hands tightening in my hair to hold me in place as he thrust his cock into my mouth and down my throat. All I could do was hold still and suck him, moaning involuntarily now as he fucked my mouth. Before long, he was at the edge. He let go of my hair, told me he was about to come, giving me the choice. I looked up at him, put two fingers over his lips, and started to suck him again. His body went rigid as his orgasm caught him, and with one final thrust, he emptied into me. I heard him moaning my name as stream after stream of his thick, hot, salty fluid filled my mouth. I held tight to him until the last spasms subsided, then looked up at him, caught his eyes, and swallowed him down. He grabbed my hair again and yanked me up on my knees, kissing me roughly. I melted into him until I felt his hands move underneath my top. I wanted him more than anything else in the world at that moment, but I knew if he touched me I would not be able to quiet my moans and cries, and then we would have a very unwelcome audience. I pulled back, away from him, looking back over my shoulder at the lake. I couldn’t see anyone, but I could still hear them. My flushed skin was screaming for his touch. It took every ounce of will I had left, but I moved back to my seat. Breathlessly, I said, “Later. Let’s come back later.” He smiled at me and started the truck.
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