wickedpen
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"As you wish." Doctor Brown responded to Patrick's desire to stand. She rose onto her knees bring her head in line with the object of both of their focus. Her second hand reached for his cock and took it like a singer taking a microphone on a stand in a sweaty dark club. Her body moved in an erotic rhythm as her hands pulled and pushed up and down his sizable organ.
Kelly had not played the sex therapy card in quite some time. Patrick was gorgeous and hung like a fucking animal but with a gentle demeanor over what she anticipated to be a fairly strong libido. He throbbed in her tight grip as she made him wait. His eyes on her made her want to perform like back in college when she made money for medical school as a "nanny" for a wealthy surgeon who's wife rarely came to the beach with them.
She looked up at Patrick as her hands slowed and she brought his red hot head glistening in the awkwardly bright white light of the afternoon. She let her tongue moisten her lips as he watched before pressing him against them. She resisted, making it tight for him before giving way and letting his feel her wet mouth draw him in. She held his eyes as her tongue swirled and explored, until he closed his eyes in sheer pleasure. That is when she began to bob on the head. Just the head, into her mouth and then back as her lips dragged over the edge of the helmet and kissed his tip before forcing it back in. Again and again she did this as the taste of him began to fill her mouth.
She moved back and released on hand so steady herself on his hip. Her eyes were now closed as she took more of the vein throbbing flesh into her delicate mouth. Deeper almost into her throat before pulling back. She savor every second as fellatio was one of her favorite gifts to give. She knew she was good at it, not too fast, not too slow, just as Dr Morris has taught her all those summers ago.
She listened intensely for the tell tale groan or sigh letting her know her subject was close, but Patrick was silent. Her closed eyes only intensified the silence as the sound of her suction releasing and then reacquiring the seal that most men would react audibly to went alone in the blackness. She did not want to stop and interrupt the pleasure he must have been experiencing. She released him leaving her mouth to maintain their connection as her hand slid under and cupped his heavy sack now wet with her saliva.
Kelly had not played the sex therapy card in quite some time. Patrick was gorgeous and hung like a fucking animal but with a gentle demeanor over what she anticipated to be a fairly strong libido. He throbbed in her tight grip as she made him wait. His eyes on her made her want to perform like back in college when she made money for medical school as a "nanny" for a wealthy surgeon who's wife rarely came to the beach with them.
She looked up at Patrick as her hands slowed and she brought his red hot head glistening in the awkwardly bright white light of the afternoon. She let her tongue moisten her lips as he watched before pressing him against them. She resisted, making it tight for him before giving way and letting his feel her wet mouth draw him in. She held his eyes as her tongue swirled and explored, until he closed his eyes in sheer pleasure. That is when she began to bob on the head. Just the head, into her mouth and then back as her lips dragged over the edge of the helmet and kissed his tip before forcing it back in. Again and again she did this as the taste of him began to fill her mouth.
She moved back and released on hand so steady herself on his hip. Her eyes were now closed as she took more of the vein throbbing flesh into her delicate mouth. Deeper almost into her throat before pulling back. She savor every second as fellatio was one of her favorite gifts to give. She knew she was good at it, not too fast, not too slow, just as Dr Morris has taught her all those summers ago.
She listened intensely for the tell tale groan or sigh letting her know her subject was close, but Patrick was silent. Her closed eyes only intensified the silence as the sound of her suction releasing and then reacquiring the seal that most men would react audibly to went alone in the blackness. She did not want to stop and interrupt the pleasure he must have been experiencing. She released him leaving her mouth to maintain their connection as her hand slid under and cupped his heavy sack now wet with her saliva.