After a couple of minutes, I asked her if she was getting wet.After a couple of minutes, I asked her if she was getting wet. "Mmmmmm," she responded. "Faster," I commanded. She increased her tempo. Her eyes half closed as her knees buckled a bit. "You can cum this way, can you?" I asked her. "Uhhh-huuuhhh," Pam gasped. "NO YOU CAN'T!" I shouted and jumped off the couch to grab her hands away from her sopping cunt. "Nooo," she cried, shaking. I pushed her to her knees. "Unzip me," I ordered. "Take it out. Hold it in your hands. Don't rub it, don't kiss it, don't suck it. Just hold it." Her hands were soft and slightly damp from her pussy. "Now look me in the eye and tell me how much you want to suck it, Pam. Convince me to let you suck my cock." She hesitated. "Come on tell me!" "May I suck you cock, please...feel you on my lips?" "You gotta do better than that, kid," I chided. "I want to feel you in my mouth, I want to taste you...." "Yeah, maybe you'd like me to cum down your throat? "Oh, yes!" "Or maybe all over your face. Is that what you want, Pam?" "And on my breasts...." "All right, you can suck it. I like it sucked loud and wet." Pam took the head in her lips and licked around, touching my heavy balls and rubbing them gently. After a few minutes of this I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her up. "Get your bag and follow me," I told her. The bedroom was well-lit and contained a king-size bed covered in blue satin. There was also a dresser and a large beanbag chair with a lambskin on it in the middle of the room. "Put the bag on the bed," I told her. Pam put down the bag and turned to face me. "I think I dropped something behind the beanbag. Bend over and get it for me." She knelt in front of the chair, hiking her juicy panty-covered ass into the air invitingly. And who was I not to accept such an invitation? I ripped off my clothes and leapt upon her. |