Small fantasy glorifying CJ and its beautiful size.
"That's it baby," Chris grunted, hands stroking through my thick hair as I devoured his engorging cock.
His fingers fisted a handful of my hair, pelvis colliding in a rhythmic motion against my jaw, grunts of hot pleasure pulsing from his sculpted lips. The feeling of Chris' amazing length pulsing down my throat was something I always loved, for tasting any limb on his body was like a tiny piece of Heaven. Work had been stressful for him from what I saw. He scampered in the house, crème button down that nicely complimented his crème brulee freckles and rosy pink lips, bags of tired nights and long mornings forming under his Godiva irises; he was slumped. I always encouraged him to take just one night off, for I knew this job would slaughter him to his last breath.
Slipping his tremendous length from my lips, I slowly licked his flushed head, the taste of the faint pre-cum deliciously amazing. Looking up, I softly blushed, the image of Chris' heavenly features scrunched in pure bliss and ecstasy like hot chocolate in the winter time. Plump lips agape, animalistic grunts of intense pleasure and needed slipping from them, burly muscles flexing with each stroke he did to my mouth; it was all a beautiful sight. As he opened his eyes, he caught my eyes, a perfect smile kissing his chestnut features.
"Keep looking at me baby," he taunted, circling his strokes.
Releasing the fistful of my hair, he brought his fingers down to my jaw, stroking the relaxed line of it. Man, was he beautiful in pleasure. Words of erotic yearning bubbled from his lips as he continued to stare at me, encouraging me with such hot grunts to milk him to a beautiful release. Tearing my steamy gaze away from him, I closed my eyes, mouth solely concerned on milking him; and he was so close. Softly caressing his balls, I switched positions, free hand fisting his cock while I teasingly licked his sack. Suckling the entire ball into my mouth, I fisted him with a ferocious speed and he moaned wildly, exclaiming that he was so close.
"Fuck!" He moaned.
Spurting all that he had into my mouth, I mentally praised, the feeling of his trembling legs telling me that I did a marvelous job. Releasing him from my mouth, I swallowed every ounce of his blissful release, rising to my feet. He collapsed on the bed, releasing soft breaths of amazement, mouth pierced in a relaxing smile. Reaching for my arm, he pulled me down towards him, hands wrapping around my thick waist.
"That mouth always does wonders," he whispered.
"And don't you forget it," I whispered, pecking his soft lips.
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