I am lost in the moment. The sounds, the smell, the taste of you assaults my senses. I listen to the soft growling noises you make, they teach me your rhythm, your pleasure. The musky smell of your sex fills my nostrils and somewhere in there too I can smell my own arousal rising from between my thighs to mingle with yours. On my tongue there is the subtle hint of your taste from those precious little droplets of your desire but I want more. I want you to come in my mouth.
Your hand on the back of my head, your fingers curled into my hair makes me moan around your cock. You answer me with a moan of your own. We are bound together in our lust for one another. I, the giver, you the taker.
The surroundings darker, my focus is on this, you, us. I let you guide my head, but inside my mouth I twist and turn and roll my tongue, licking, probing, tightening, swirling around your shaft. I open my mouth wider, taking a deep breath as I do and then close it again. My lips tightly wrapped around the base of your cock and I hold you there delighting in the feel of you pushing against the back of my throat as your cock twitches inside my mouth.
It is my need to breathe that makes me pull back and I draw in much-needed oxygen through my nose, again, the smell of us delights me. I do it just how you like it, slow firm deep strokes. I have made it my mission to get this right for you and my reward is to feel you get harder, to hear your breathing quicken, to reach out and trace my fingers up your thighs feeling the muscles tense beneath the skin. I glance up, your head is thrown back, your lips parted. I never tire of this view afford to me when I am on my knees
The head of your cock swells and I can feel the pulse of your orgasm deep inside your shaft before the cum even hits my tongue. Your fingers tighten in my hair as the sensations wash over you and I hold my mouth as you fill my mouth with the taste of you.