hands through his hair. “And um,” he
begins. What, there’s more? “It’s been over three years for me so…“
Dean hesitates and I can see that he is nervous.
I don’t wait for him to finish his thought. I
close the gap between us and kiss him. He’s surprised, but shortly
regains his momentum and grabs my ass, pulling me into him. I suck
on his bottom lip and run my hands through his hair. Dean lets out
a low moan and I push my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply.
I pull back from his grasp and give him a mischievous smile. This
is going to be fun.
I gingerly push him onto the bed. He has a
look of shock and lust on his face as I climb on top of him –
straddling his legs. I stare into his eyes as I finish unbuttoning
his shirt and undo his pants. I open his clothing a bit and then
lift my shirt over my head. I have on a tan lacy bra which is a
little too small and my breasts are bulging from it slightly.
Dean makes a deep grunting noise and his
hands go straight for them. My suspicions were right – he is a boob
man. I let him massage them for a bit then break out of his grasp
to get out of my pants and socks. He takes the opportunity to
remove his clothes and move up in bed. He’s left on his underwear,
grey boxer briefs, and is sporting a massive erection in them. I’ve
left on my panties – tan, lacy boy shorts that I know make my ass
look amazing.
My eyes are drawn to his erection – I want to
touch it. I crawl up the bed and lay next to him so I can put my
hand on his cock easily while we kiss. I start out tenderly, not
knowing how sensitive he is, rubbing my hand gently up and down
it’s length. His cock feels amazing through the fabric and I move
down to his balls, cupping and gently tugging, making circles with
my fingers. Dean is moaning like crazy and pawing at me like a mad
man. Clearly he wants more quickly, but I want to suspend this
sense of discovery.
I move my hand to the top of his underwear
and linger at the waistband, waiting for him to calm a little,
anticipating my next move. I move my hand slowly under his
underwear down to his cock. He moans in my mouth when my hand
reaches it. I explore, moving my hand a bit faster and matching the
intensity of my kissing and the flick of my tongue. I’m craving the
texture of his penis in my mouth and I break away from his grasp,
and move down his body with small kisses. I look up at Dean’s face
to see his eyes wide open and a look of amazement on his face.
He holds his breath when I get to his
underwear. I look up again and see a combination of shock,
anticipation, and longing on his face. I stare into his eyes,
showing no emotion, and pull his underwear off. I look down at his
cock and my first thought is perfect. I hold it by the base and put
my mouth on the tip. Dean lets out a low guttural sound and I know
I’m doing it right. I tease his cock, slowly up and down, a little
further each time, until I put all of it in my mouth – down my
throat as far as I can. My hand follows the motion my mouth is
making, a little twisting motion I’m hoping for added pleasure. I
move my other hand to his balls, they are high and tight and I know
he must be close. I’m so turned on and I want him to come in my
mouth. I pick up my pace and Dean puts his hands on my head,
pushing me into him.
“Uh, Mallory!” Dean lets out a cry followed
by his warm cum shooting down my throat. His cock convulses in my
mouth and I know he’s done. I lightly suck on him and release.
Moving up in bed I look at his beautiful face
– his eyes are closed and his face is flushed. Dean rolls to his
side and holds me close. “Oh Mallory, that was amazing,” he says
sleepily. We lay snuggled for awhile, and I think he has fallen
asleep. I try to remove myself from his grip and he holds me
closer, grunting in protest.
“Please take my bra off, it’s a little
uncomfortable,” I ask.
“Hmmm, yes,” Dean murmurs and fumbles with
the clasp momentarily until it
begins. What, there’s more? “It’s been over three years for me so…“
Dean hesitates and I can see that he is nervous.
I don’t wait for him to finish his thought. I
close the gap between us and kiss him. He’s surprised, but shortly
regains his momentum and grabs my ass, pulling me into him. I suck
on his bottom lip and run my hands through his hair. Dean lets out
a low moan and I push my tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply.
I pull back from his grasp and give him a mischievous smile. This
is going to be fun.
I gingerly push him onto the bed. He has a
look of shock and lust on his face as I climb on top of him –
straddling his legs. I stare into his eyes as I finish unbuttoning
his shirt and undo his pants. I open his clothing a bit and then
lift my shirt over my head. I have on a tan lacy bra which is a
little too small and my breasts are bulging from it slightly.
Dean makes a deep grunting noise and his
hands go straight for them. My suspicions were right – he is a boob
man. I let him massage them for a bit then break out of his grasp
to get out of my pants and socks. He takes the opportunity to
remove his clothes and move up in bed. He’s left on his underwear,
grey boxer briefs, and is sporting a massive erection in them. I’ve
left on my panties – tan, lacy boy shorts that I know make my ass
look amazing.
My eyes are drawn to his erection – I want to
touch it. I crawl up the bed and lay next to him so I can put my
hand on his cock easily while we kiss. I start out tenderly, not
knowing how sensitive he is, rubbing my hand gently up and down
it’s length. His cock feels amazing through the fabric and I move
down to his balls, cupping and gently tugging, making circles with
my fingers. Dean is moaning like crazy and pawing at me like a mad
man. Clearly he wants more quickly, but I want to suspend this
sense of discovery.
I move my hand to the top of his underwear
and linger at the waistband, waiting for him to calm a little,
anticipating my next move. I move my hand slowly under his
underwear down to his cock. He moans in my mouth when my hand
reaches it. I explore, moving my hand a bit faster and matching the
intensity of my kissing and the flick of my tongue. I’m craving the
texture of his penis in my mouth and I break away from his grasp,
and move down his body with small kisses. I look up at Dean’s face
to see his eyes wide open and a look of amazement on his face.
He holds his breath when I get to his
underwear. I look up again and see a combination of shock,
anticipation, and longing on his face. I stare into his eyes,
showing no emotion, and pull his underwear off. I look down at his
cock and my first thought is perfect. I hold it by the base and put
my mouth on the tip. Dean lets out a low guttural sound and I know
I’m doing it right. I tease his cock, slowly up and down, a little
further each time, until I put all of it in my mouth – down my
throat as far as I can. My hand follows the motion my mouth is
making, a little twisting motion I’m hoping for added pleasure. I
move my other hand to his balls, they are high and tight and I know
he must be close. I’m so turned on and I want him to come in my
mouth. I pick up my pace and Dean puts his hands on my head,
pushing me into him.
“Uh, Mallory!” Dean lets out a cry followed
by his warm cum shooting down my throat. His cock convulses in my
mouth and I know he’s done. I lightly suck on him and release.
Moving up in bed I look at his beautiful face
– his eyes are closed and his face is flushed. Dean rolls to his
side and holds me close. “Oh Mallory, that was amazing,” he says
sleepily. We lay snuggled for awhile, and I think he has fallen
asleep. I try to remove myself from his grip and he holds me
closer, grunting in protest.
“Please take my bra off, it’s a little
uncomfortable,” I ask.
“Hmmm, yes,” Dean murmurs and fumbles with
the clasp momentarily until it
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