As you release me I fall on my hands, gasping for breath, forehead pressed to the stone flags. Hands stroke the back of my head, down my neck and lift my chin - you are knelt in front of me. Your thumbs wipe the tears from my cheeks.
I sigh, ''Thank you, Paul,'' and slide my hands around the back of your thighs. Licking, nibbling and sometimes nipping I work up your inner thigh, turn my head and nestle my face into your balls. Running my wet tongue tip around you, I draw back slightly and blow on the saliva trails to make you wince. Something warm and wet falls on my cheek. Looking up at you, I use two fingers to smear your pre-cum over my lips, before sucking my fingers clean and licking my lips.
On your ass, my hands pinch, pull, and part your cheeks to run a teasing finger down the crease. You are rocking your hips back and forth, helping me drive you through my grasping mouth. I twist my head as you dip into my throat, clenching at your cock head, twisting your foreskin over your glans. The only gentleness I offer is the soft, warm bed of my tongue, lapping around the ridge of your cock.
Rubbing my thighs together, I roll my clit in it's swollen hood. Oh, GOD!...gotta stop that! I'm too close to coming, and that would make my apology insincere. I part my legs - the cold night air immediately chills the sodden thong pulling between my labia.
I run the finger tips of one hand around your balls, they quiver and tighten. My intention is not wholly to thrill, I am wetting my fingers with the saliva that has dribbled down your shaft and now coats your balls. With two hands back at your arse, I lightly run my sticky fingers up and down your crease - applying more pressure as they glide over your pucker. I time my next stroke...as you thrust down my throat I dip a finger tip into your hole. I press three times into you then pull out to rim your pucker.
Your cock is jumping in my mouth. The muscles at the hilt spasm, working your boiling seed from your hard sac. As you fuck my throat I moan over your cock, sending the vibrations through your flesh. The finger tip at your asshole pushes in and in, not stopping until the second knuckle rests in your tight hole. ''I know it might sting a bit, Paul, Milf but it'll be all the more intense,'' I say quickly, before diving back at you.
