At the back of his mind there was a ticking clock--Foreman couldn't help it. Much as he'd been completely, openly truthful about wanting Amber to draw out the blow job just as long as she wanted, the fact remained that they didn't have all the time in the world. The thought of Amber taking him to the edge and leaving him hanging there, all his senses wide open to even the tiniest movement of her mouth and tongue, was so hot that he was all but shivering in anticipation. But faster would be better--and he'd been sure that asking for slow would make Amber suck him down fast and deep, bringing his orgasm on in one irresistible wave.
Amber, though, calm and self-possessed, looked pleased and content to take her time. All but telling him she planned to enjoy him however she wanted, at the speed she'd already decided. God, she was going to drive him crazy. Foreman's breath came out in a rush when her tongue curled around his balls, so hot and only just gentle enough to let him trust her. Eyes closing, Foreman moaned, his hips arching towards her despite himself. A second later Amber had finally taken his dick into her mouth, and Foreman felt the first deep pull of suction. He bit back another groan, harsher and needier. "Oh, God, fuck." He barely heard Amber's answering moan, but even subliminally, it turned him on even more. She never did this only because she was indulging him. Even when she was indulging him, it was mutual, and knowing that she took pleasure in his pleasure made every movement that much hotter.
"Amber, oh honey." She was going slow, just like he'd asked, and in response Foreman wanted nothing more than to thrust fast and deep, every instinct pushing him to beg for more. She licked the underside of his dick, all too aware of how sensitive he was there, how good it felt. Wrapped up in his pleasure, Foreman was starting to forget the need to be quiet, although he was still biting down on his lower lip and frowning in deep, pleasureable concentration. "Mmmn, fuck, ahh, want to--" He stopped, shuddering, as Amber reached an amazing spot and focused. God, he wanted to fuck her mouth, rock into the sweet, tight suction. His knuckles tightened on the dresser, and he gasped for air with every second that passed.
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Amber, though, calm and self-possessed, looked pleased and content to take her time. All but telling him she planned to enjoy him however she wanted, at the speed she'd already decided. God, she was going to drive him crazy. Foreman's breath came out in a rush when her tongue curled around his balls, so hot and only just gentle enough to let him trust her. Eyes closing, Foreman moaned, his hips arching towards her despite himself. A second later Amber had finally taken his dick into her mouth, and Foreman felt the first deep pull of suction. He bit back another groan, harsher and needier. "Oh, God, fuck." He barely heard Amber's answering moan, but even subliminally, it turned him on even more. She never did this only because she was indulging him. Even when she was indulging him, it was mutual, and knowing that she took pleasure in his pleasure made every movement that much hotter.
"Amber, oh honey." She was going slow, just like he'd asked, and in response Foreman wanted nothing more than to thrust fast and deep, every instinct pushing him to beg for more. She licked the underside of his dick, all too aware of how sensitive he was there, how good it felt. Wrapped up in his pleasure, Foreman was starting to forget the need to be quiet, although he was still biting down on his lower lip and frowning in deep, pleasureable concentration. "Mmmn, fuck, ahh, want to--" He stopped, shuddering, as Amber reached an amazing spot and focused. God, he wanted to fuck her mouth, rock into the sweet, tight suction. His knuckles tightened on the dresser, and he gasped for air with every second that passed.