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One thing I could say for my deceased husband, he was an oral sex enthusiast and, when he wanted to take the time to really do it right, could bring me to tremendous heights of pleasure. Drunk Porn However, it had been a long time since he'd been so inclined to do it right, or do it at all for that matter so now I was moaning just to feel a man's tongue on that sensitive spot.
Bryan seemed equally enthusiastic and gave every sign that he would take the time to be certain that I enjoyed myself to the fullest possible extent. He was gentle and intense at the same time, stimulating a spot until it was almost too much and then moving on. I was never quite sure where the next spot would be since his movements seemed totally random. Again and again he returned to my clit but there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to getting there.
Drunk Porn Finally he did settle on that small nub of flesh and my back arched as he concentrated his efforts there. I could feel myself pushing against his mouth, trying to get the fullest impact from what he was doing. He teased by pulling away, making sure that the tension in my genitals grew slowly, letting me savor every tingle instead of hastily pushing me over the edge. Eventually, however, I couldn't hold out any longer and my orgasm overtook me, causing my body to violently convulse. It was all I could do to refrain from clasping his head, since he didn't stop while I writhed and gasped.
My climax finally subsided and I was nearly breathless. Drunk Porn I was panting hard and fast when he bounced up onto the bed and kissed me passionately, sharing my juices with me. Bryan's body slid against mine, making me aware of the layer of perspiration that appeared on my chest. His face was nearly covered and I didn't realize until that moment just how wet I had gotten. Never before had I climaxed from oral stimulation alone. Ben had always had to finger me too in order to get me to cum.
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