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to me.
    A loud moan escapes my lips and I don’t care if anyone can hear me.
    This man is doing the most amazing things with his mouth and the world should know.
    My toys were the only way that I’d been stimulated for a long time.
    I convinced myself that it was better than oral sex, partially because, for me, it had been. I was lying because none of my toys feel as incredible as Christopher’s mouth.
    It’s soft, warm, and firm.
    I don’t know what he’s going to do next, he’s keeping me on the edge with my next orgasm is threatening to erupt.
    “Christopher,” I whisper as I place my hand on the back of his head.
    He speeds up his momentum and sucks hard, demanding my orgasm.  His other hand travels up my body and pinches my nipple.
    I lose myself…
    “Oooooh, I’m coming. Faster...more...please...yes...there,” I plead as I press my pussy against his talented mouth.
    My floodgates open, and it’s a continual stream.
    I’m not sure if I’m experiencing multiple orgasms or one long one. My body is out of control, seizing, and then releasing my pent-up frustration.
    As I come down from my orgasm induced high, he moves back up to me.
    I grab his face between my hands and kiss him.
    I can taste my sex on his lips and I don’t care.
    He’s an excellent man, I would vote for him if he ran for president.
    Anybody that can do that with their mouth deserves the very best that life has to offer.
    He stands up from the bed and undresses himself, which is a good idea because I won’t be much help.
    My entire body is lost.
    He is a work of art and I unabashedly stare at him.
    I want to get a full view of him so that it can be ingrained in my head forever.
    His chiseled chest and abs are the things that statues are made of, but his cock is the main attraction.
    It’s thick, powerful, and bulging. 
    It’s bobbing up and down in twitching motions and I have to reach out and touch it.
    I languidly lift from the bed and take it into my hand. I run my hand up and down the shaft, his quick intake of breath tells me that I’m doing it right.
    “I love what you’re doing but this night will end prematurely if you keep doing that.”
    “So then I can’t taste it?” I pouted.
    “Not if you want to feel it inside of you. Just the thought of you wrapping those sexy lips around it is making me want to blast out.”
    “Okay, okay, “ I say, pouting.
    I lay back on the bed, he joins me and nudges my knees apart with his.
    He crawls between my things and begins to tease me.
    Christopher moves his cock head up and down my lips. I press forward trying to take him inside of me. He laughs at my attempts and I give a frustrated growl.
    “So the kitten has claws?” he asks.
    “No, the shark has teeth,” I jokingly threaten.
    “Well, I wouldn’t want to anger a shark.”
    He pushes deep into me in one swift motion.
    Wow.
    I yelp loudly as my body tries to accommodate him.
    “Give me more,” I purr hungrily.
    “Your wish…”
    He pulls from me all the way to tip and then plunges deep inside of me again.
    I’m ready for him this time and it feels so much better.
    There isn’t a spot inside of me that he isn’t touching. He’s opening me completely and with each stroke, he brings me closer to another orgasm.
    “I want to feel your pussy cream all over me,” he states.
    I nod my head in agreement.
    “No, tell me you can give it to me,” he demands.
    I blush because I’m not accustomed to talking dirty.
    Sure, I play around a little bit and I moan but overall I’m a pretty silent partner.
    He stops his movements and stares at me.
    I move my hips against him, taking more of him inside of me, but he grabs my hips and holds them in place.
    “Tell me,” he demands again.
    “I can try,” I say meekly.
    “No. Don’t try. Do it,” he says as he withdraws and thrusts into me again.
    It’s hard for me to stay focused on what he is saying.
    He feels so good.
    What does he want me to say?
    “Say it,” he