trying to think of a way to get Lisa back in the bedroom. Back? They hadn't actually reached the bedroom yet.
Lisa leaned in again. "Whenever your shirt brushes against my nipples, I can feel it right down to my pussy."
John pushed the plate aside and pulled Lisa onto his lap.
This time, Lisa did not resist him, but slid her sleek brown leg over John's hip so she could straddle him. He could feel her pubic hair against his soft cock. He still felt the stir of life down there, but unlike last night, that feeling did not yet equate with a raging hard on.
Lisa kissed John, probing deeply with her tongue. "I never did give you the world's greatest blow job," she reminded 61
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him. Her lips moved to his cheek, then to his neck and onto his shoulder.
She stopped kissing.
"Oh my, I really did a number on your shoulder last night."
John looked down and saw a mass of purple bruises. His shoulder did hurt, but he had no idea that her bites had left marks upon him.
Lisa tenderly kissed the blemishes. "I guess I'll just have to make that up to you."
John laughed. "I can think of a few ways."
Lisa scooted back off him, working her mouth down his stomach. "So can I."
When she reached his groin, Lisa carefully avoided touching John's penis. He could feel her hot breath on his rod, but her lips and tongue would only touch his inner thighs and balls. His penis stirred, but would not harden. He felt mortified and frustrated.
"I'm sorry. I guess last night was too much for me."
Lisa looked up at him, trailing her flat tongue the length of his flaccid rod. She looked so damn sexy, her delicate brown face atop his white cock. Then she sucked his dick and lay down with her cheek on his stomach, looking toward his toes.
Her mouth felt deliciously warm and inviting, but she did not use her tongue. Instead Lisa teased John's testicles with slow, unhurried strokes of her fingernails; apparently content to lay with his dick in her mouth all morning.
John found his penis growing solid again.
Lisa began to work her lips on his shaft. Not pumping him, but pushing her saliva out onto his dick beyond her luscious 62
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lips. Ever so gently, she rubbed the saliva into his skin with her thumb.
John's balls began to tighten and Lisa's lips began to suck rhythmically on his shaft. John stroked Lisa's hair back away from her face. "Let me—"
"No!" His cock in her mouth muffled Lisa's response, but the meaning could not be mistaken.
John closed his eyes and concentrated on the orgasm building in his balls. He had only ejaculate in a woman's mouth once before, and that had been more hand job than mouth action—all frenzy—not this incredible slow mounting of pressure.
It almost caught him by surprise. One moment the pressure was building toward crescendo. Then he barely had time to gasp Lisa's name before his penis spit forth one last magnificent orgasm.
Lisa just kept sucking, milking his dick with her mouth.
* * * *
* * * *
Lisa felt good about giving John one last orgasm before she hit him with her plan. He wasn't going to be happy about it, but she was pretty certain she had thought of a way to distract him while still leaving the door cracked open, in case she really needed to race back down here and get John to rock her world again.
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She snuggled up the length of his body and let his hand find its way to her breast.
"You are incredible," he told her. "Give me a few moments to pull myself together, and I'll return the favor."
Lisa burrowed even closer against him. "John, baby, tell me about Robin."
John stopped squeezing Lisa's breast. "What?"
"You heard me. Is she pretty?"
"Why are you asking me this?"
Lisa punched him lightly on the shoulder. She had to get him talking about Robin. "Because I want to know. Is she pretty?"
John sighed. "Yes."
The sudden stab of jealousy surprised Lisa. She hadn't expected to feel
Lisa leaned in again. "Whenever your shirt brushes against my nipples, I can feel it right down to my pussy."
John pushed the plate aside and pulled Lisa onto his lap.
This time, Lisa did not resist him, but slid her sleek brown leg over John's hip so she could straddle him. He could feel her pubic hair against his soft cock. He still felt the stir of life down there, but unlike last night, that feeling did not yet equate with a raging hard on.
Lisa kissed John, probing deeply with her tongue. "I never did give you the world's greatest blow job," she reminded 61
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him. Her lips moved to his cheek, then to his neck and onto his shoulder.
She stopped kissing.
"Oh my, I really did a number on your shoulder last night."
John looked down and saw a mass of purple bruises. His shoulder did hurt, but he had no idea that her bites had left marks upon him.
Lisa tenderly kissed the blemishes. "I guess I'll just have to make that up to you."
John laughed. "I can think of a few ways."
Lisa scooted back off him, working her mouth down his stomach. "So can I."
When she reached his groin, Lisa carefully avoided touching John's penis. He could feel her hot breath on his rod, but her lips and tongue would only touch his inner thighs and balls. His penis stirred, but would not harden. He felt mortified and frustrated.
"I'm sorry. I guess last night was too much for me."
Lisa looked up at him, trailing her flat tongue the length of his flaccid rod. She looked so damn sexy, her delicate brown face atop his white cock. Then she sucked his dick and lay down with her cheek on his stomach, looking toward his toes.
Her mouth felt deliciously warm and inviting, but she did not use her tongue. Instead Lisa teased John's testicles with slow, unhurried strokes of her fingernails; apparently content to lay with his dick in her mouth all morning.
John found his penis growing solid again.
Lisa began to work her lips on his shaft. Not pumping him, but pushing her saliva out onto his dick beyond her luscious 62
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by Veronica Tower
lips. Ever so gently, she rubbed the saliva into his skin with her thumb.
John's balls began to tighten and Lisa's lips began to suck rhythmically on his shaft. John stroked Lisa's hair back away from her face. "Let me—"
"No!" His cock in her mouth muffled Lisa's response, but the meaning could not be mistaken.
John closed his eyes and concentrated on the orgasm building in his balls. He had only ejaculate in a woman's mouth once before, and that had been more hand job than mouth action—all frenzy—not this incredible slow mounting of pressure.
It almost caught him by surprise. One moment the pressure was building toward crescendo. Then he barely had time to gasp Lisa's name before his penis spit forth one last magnificent orgasm.
Lisa just kept sucking, milking his dick with her mouth.
* * * *
* * * *
Lisa felt good about giving John one last orgasm before she hit him with her plan. He wasn't going to be happy about it, but she was pretty certain she had thought of a way to distract him while still leaving the door cracked open, in case she really needed to race back down here and get John to rock her world again.
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She snuggled up the length of his body and let his hand find its way to her breast.
"You are incredible," he told her. "Give me a few moments to pull myself together, and I'll return the favor."
Lisa burrowed even closer against him. "John, baby, tell me about Robin."
John stopped squeezing Lisa's breast. "What?"
"You heard me. Is she pretty?"
"Why are you asking me this?"
Lisa punched him lightly on the shoulder. She had to get him talking about Robin. "Because I want to know. Is she pretty?"
John sighed. "Yes."
The sudden stab of jealousy surprised Lisa. She hadn't expected to feel
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