Beaver Canyon part 8

Beaver Canyon part 8



"Only if I wish?" she snickered. "Why, Scott... I looooooove sucking cock. It's how I met my husband. I gave him a great blowjob, in the back of his limo, and he just couldn't let me go. I owe a lifetime of financial comfort to my ability to make men cum in my mouth. Do you want to cum in my mouth, Scott? I'm sure you could use some relief. Let me help you with that."

She didn't wait for an answer. I'm sure no one had ever turned her down, so why the question.

Standing before her, I gently stroked her shiny, blonde hair, while her head bobbed slowly on my cock. She didn't have Elena's deep throat technique, but her own combination of suction, tongue, and hand action was spectacularly effective. She was moaning happily throughout, so I could conclude that she was enjoying it nearly as much as I was, and I was loving it. She sensed I was getting close, and put her hands on my ass, patting to urge me on.

I fucked her mouth, feeling her tongue swirl around as I did. My thrusts became more urgent, squeezing saliva out of her mouth, to ooze down her chin. Her hands grabbed my ass cheeks harder, pulling me deeper between her hungry lips, while I held her head still.

Oh, fuck, I grunted. "Oh Fuck! Suck my cock! Yes! Almost there..."

I suppose the best way to keep my, cum out of her hair was she had to swallow it, directly, and that is what she did as I erupted, groaning loudly. My hips kept pumping as I filled her mouth with my hot cum, and she gulped it down amid happy noises, sucking deeply to get it all. My legs began to feel weak, and I had to sit, but she merely shifted along with me, slurping up every drop.

"Mmmmmm mmmmm, good," she smiled, when she released me and, I see you are still hard. That is wonderful! There are rubbers over in the drawer. Go put one on and get back here and start, fucking me.

She was right. I was still hard, and I had only been bathing in this spa of liquid Viagra for a few days. Already, I had noticed a difference. As for her demanding tone, well, I, wasn't expecting an emotional attachment. This was the ultimate in 'no strings' sex, so I could just enjoy the benefits.

When I returned, my cock sheathed in latex, Sylvie was leaning back, her legs high and spread wide, with two fingers holding her slippery lips apart.

Now, fuck this pussy long and deep, Scott, she ordered and don't hold back.

Slamming my cock into the juicy cleft of her pussy, and I smiled.

Yes, Ma'am.