Surviving

As she wriggled, I held my mouth down firmly on her, licking hard, feeling her girl juices sweetly spreading over my face, into my mouth. Making this girl come with my mouth was like riding a bicycle, an old game that I enjoyed remembering.

When she was finished, she apologised, but I told her not to worry, that I enjoyed it.

"Of course," I said a little hesitantly. "I haven't come yet. I would love to shoot in your mouth, and let you taste my seed, but you can use your hand if you prefer, like the other night."

I was decided that she would make me cum, one way or another.
 
Avrielle had to take a minute to catch her breath and make her head stop spinning before she was able to get up onto her elbows to help Travis using both her mouth and her hand. When she took a peek up at his face through her mouthful she had to smile at the expression of bliss she spied there.
 
He left Avrielle's juices on his face, sitting up on his knees, licking his lips as she moved into position under him. He couldn't help but reach down, running his hand across her smooth back, grabbing her bottom, letting his hand rest lightly behind her head after a few touches.

He knew that after doing it to her, she would understand what it was to him. It felt different this time, more sensual, and as their eyes connected, his heart raced, the pulsing in his cock increasing.

He moaned, whispering her name a few times, breath increasing.
 
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