A gift for my girlfriend’s husband. Lots of lubricant. Only blowjob

Title: A Gift for My Girlfriend’s Husband: Lubricant and the Art of the Wet Blowjob

Oh, what a tangled web we weave, indeed. I’d been seeing my girlfriend, Dana, for a couple of months now, and we had an arrangement: she was married, but her husband was often away on business trips. This left her with… needs, as it were, that only I could attend to. And attend to them I did!

Dana was a vision of tremendous proportions – busty, curvy, with an insatiable appetite for the pleasures of the flesh. She craved my touch, the feel of my lips on hers, the firmness of my member inside her. But she had a mischievous streak too, and one day, she proposed an idea that set my mind reeling with excitement.

“Honey,” she purred, tracing her manicured fingers down my chest. “I want to make a little video for my husband. A gift, if you will, to make up for his time away.”

Intrigued, I cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? And what did you have in mind?”

Dana’s full lips curled into a devilish grin. “I think you know exactly what I had in mind, darling. But I want you involved…” She reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, holding it up with a wink. “Thoughts?”

My mind raced with the possibilities. A video featuring Dana’s delectable curves, her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, and plenty of lubricant to make things extra… slippery? Sign me up!

And so it began. We set up the camera, Dana making sure to position it just so to capture all the angles we wanted. She climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of me, her ample bosom heaving with anticipation. I could see her hardened nipples straining against the thin fabric of her lacy bra, just begging to be freed.

“What are you waiting for, baby?” Dana purred, eyeing my growing erection with hunger. “Don’t you want to give my husband a little show?”

I smirked, following her lead. I slicked my fingers with lube and rubbed them along her plump, glossed lips. “Open up, sweetheart,” I said huskily, “I’ve got a treat for you.”

Dana moaned in delight, parting her lush lips to allow my fingers entry. I proceeded to give her a finger-fucking she wouldn’t soon forget, plunging my digits in and out, coating her mouth with lube in the process. She slurped and sucked, her tongue twirling around my fingers, keeping eye contact the entire time.

Once she had me fully slicked, I pulled my fingers out and grabbed the base of my cock, guiding the head towards her eager mouth. She opened wide, maintaining that eye contact, and took me in. Slowly, gently at first, but quickly building up speed and intensity.

Dana bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each pass, her throat constricting around my shaft. She was a pro at deepthroating, and she did so with gusto. Her saliva mixed with the lube, creating a delicious, wet, sloppy mess. Strings of drool dripped down her chin, her tits, pooling on her thighs.

occasional gag or choke only spurred us on, and I grabbed her hair, guiding her movements, rolling my hips to fuck her face. She took it like a champ, her fingers flying to her clit, unashamedly frigging herself into a frenzy.

The slurping and squelching sounds filled the room, along with our moans and groans of pleasure. The camera caught everything – my heavy balls slapping against her chin, her throat bulging obscenely with my girth, her fingers buried beneath her soaked panties.

I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure nearly unbearable.

“Oh fuck, Dana,” I grunted, “I’m gonna cum. You want it in your mouth, baby? Want your husband to see me explode on that pretty face of yours?”

Dana pulled off with a gasp, jerking my shaft with both hands, aiming it at her face. “Do it,” she panted, “give it to me. Mark me, make me yours. Let’s give him a show he’ll never forget!”

With a strangled cry, I unleashed a torrent of hot cum, rope after rope landing on her waiting face, in her hair, dripping down her chest. It was filthy, it was primal, and it was fucking glorious.

Dana didn’t miss a beat, opening her mouth to catch what she could, tongue lolling out to lap up my essence. When I was finally spent, she collapsed back on the bed, a debauched, cum-covered goddess.

We lay there for a while, panting and giggling, surveying the spectacular mess we’d made. Dana finally propped herself up on her elbows, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

“To think,” she mused, “all this, just for my poor, neglected husband…”

She reached for my semi-hard cock, giving it a teasing stroke. “But you know,” she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction, “you’ve given me an idea, darling. An idea for even more… naughty fun.”

And with that, she blew me a kiss, waggled her fingers, and sauntered off to the bathroom, leaving me alone with the camera, my mind already racing with ideas. After all, we had a video to finish, and an audience to… entertain.