Pimped Black Chick
Pimped Ebony
I knew what
guys expect of girls in this position, and I had it in mind to give it to
him, too, but one wants one’s own share of the action. I could barely bring
myself to talk–not wanting to interrupt the flow, so to speak, but said:
“Can I have a turn too?” And–oh, diary! He reached down and clasped both
of my shoulders, and said, “Anything you want–and you don’t have to do
anything you don’t want!” Well, you see, it was worth the risk of asking.
My knight in shining armor. I felt better about going down on him, then,
which I have pretty well managed to avoid doing with Chuck…
So, diary, where were we? Oh, yes! Kneeling on the floor in front of a
fine knight, with his cock in my hand! So I decided to give him the best I
could do. At five-thirty in the afternoon, you know, a man’s jockey shorts
tend to go a bit sour, and Tom’s penis smelled a bit like sweat and old
pee. But to my surprise, for once I found this actually exciting. I held
his scrotum gently in my left hand, and gently took each testicle into my
mouth, then slowly ran my tongue all the way up the underside of eight good
inches of visibly throbbing penis. At the tip, I looked up and found him
gazing intently down at me with his beautiful eyes. Watching him watch, I
parted my lips and let my head slide gently down onto his cock, feeling it
fill my mouth and press against my tongue.
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