Fuck, this was hot. Amber could taste the rapid beat of Eric's heart; hear the pounding of his blood; smell his musk where it was strongest. Looking up at the touch to her cheek, she saw his eyes shining down at her, watching her, and god that was amazing. If she kept on breathing, fast and shallow, and sucking on his dick, it was only by sheer instinct. Thoughts were fast abandoning her.
She'd meant this as a quick feature of their night, just a bit of fun before settling in for a good, hard fuck, but Eric's reaction, his pleading, his imploring thrusts, it made her want to give it to him, make him see stars. And now with his dick in her mouth, hard and salty and thick and so full, Amber couldn't have stopped herself even if she'd wanted to. And the condoms were all the way in the bedroom, anyway. This was instant gratification. So Amber stayed on her knees, bobbing her head just so as to cover the tip of his dick. God. She gripped his ass tight, squeezing, and moaned. If she could just touch herself, she’d explode, shuddering with orgasm. But later. Later.
For now she let herself take in more of him, slow, pressing her lips tight around his shaft and sucking, tonguing the bottom of his dick. She'd make him come. Make him beg, like he was now, make him scream. Maybe he'd even let out her name. How about that. One hand delved into his ass crack, as she forgot that he might not appreciate that, and the other one slid forward to cup one of his balls, clenched so tight to his body. She didn't do more than hint and tease with her touch, seeking out from his reaction what he wanted. By now her back was aching a bit from the position, and her knees protested against being scraped on the carpet. Some strands of her had even entered her mouth. None of this mattered, in the face of Amber's excitement. She'd engulfed as much of Eric as she could, without provoking her gag reflex, and worked her jaw, creating more spit; began to take him in and out at a quick rhythm, obscenely wet sounds accompanying her movements as she fucked him with her mouth. He seemed close, Amber was sure he could make him come soon.
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She'd meant this as a quick feature of their night, just a bit of fun before settling in for a good, hard fuck, but Eric's reaction, his pleading, his imploring thrusts, it made her want to give it to him, make him see stars. And now with his dick in her mouth, hard and salty and thick and so full, Amber couldn't have stopped herself even if she'd wanted to. And the condoms were all the way in the bedroom, anyway. This was instant gratification. So Amber stayed on her knees, bobbing her head just so as to cover the tip of his dick. God. She gripped his ass tight, squeezing, and moaned. If she could just touch herself, she’d explode, shuddering with orgasm. But later. Later.
For now she let herself take in more of him, slow, pressing her lips tight around his shaft and sucking, tonguing the bottom of his dick. She'd make him come. Make him beg, like he was now, make him scream. Maybe he'd even let out her name. How about that. One hand delved into his ass crack, as she forgot that he might not appreciate that, and the other one slid forward to cup one of his balls, clenched so tight to his body. She didn't do more than hint and tease with her touch, seeking out from his reaction what he wanted. By now her back was aching a bit from the position, and her knees protested against being scraped on the carpet. Some strands of her had even entered her mouth. None of this mattered, in the face of Amber's excitement. She'd engulfed as much of Eric as she could, without provoking her gag reflex, and worked her jaw, creating more spit; began to take him in and out at a quick rhythm, obscenely wet sounds accompanying her movements as she fucked him with her mouth. He seemed close, Amber was sure he could make him come soon.