Lucky guy gets an incredible blowjob!
The sun had just begun to set, casting an amber glow through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, as the alluring brunette slipped into the room. Her name was Carla, and she was nothing short of a temptress in her skin-tight minidress and thigh-high boots. She prowled towards the unsuspecting man reclining on the bed, a wolfish grin spreading across her blood-red lips.
“Like what you see?” she purred, tracing a fingertip along his jawline. The lucky guy nodded dumbly, his eyes glazed over with desire as they roved over her lush curves. In one smooth motion, Carla straddled his hips, grinding against the growing bulge in his pants. “Mmm, someone’s excited,” she laughed breathily.
Her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his throbbing erection. “Ooh, looks like it’s time for dessert,” Carla cooed, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft. She pumped it slowly, relishing the silky hardness against her palm. “I’ve been craving this cock all day.”
Lowering her head with deliberate slowness, she dragged the flat of her tongue up his length, from base to tip. The lucky man shuddered, but Carla silenced him with a look, and he lay back to let her have her way. She licked at his swollen glans like a cat lapping cream, savoring his musky flavor.
“Delicious,” she hummed before wrapping her lips around him and sliding down. His hands flew to her hair as she swallowed him to the root, taking him into her hot throat. Carla bobbed smoothly, sucking with just the right pressure. She rolled her tongue around his sensitive head on every upstroke until he thought he might burst.
“That’s it, baby,” Carla encouraged,ponent between her lips. “Fuck my mouth with that big cock. I want you to use me.” Her filthy words only inflamed him further, and he thrust up into her mouth with abandon. But even as he lost himself in ecstasy, Carla skillfully kept him on the edge, never letting him fall over.
She pulled off with a pop and a string of saliva connected them, glistening in the fading light. Carla rose and slowly peeled off her clothes with a dancer’s grace, revealing miles of soft, creamy skin and full, heavy breasts. She undid her hair and shook out the thick chestnut waves. The lucky man drank in the sight, nearly panting with want.
She kneeled between his legs again, irresistibly erotic in her nakedness. “Open wide,” Carla commanded, and he did, parting his lips obediently. With a seductive smile, she cupped his balls and lifted them to his mouth. The lucky guy sucked greedily, rolling the rum aged fruit between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Meanwhile, Carla sealed her lips around his dick and sucked hard, pumping both her hand and her head feverishly.
The dual stimulation proved too much, and with a silent scream, the lucky man exploded. Carla swallowed every drop, prolonging his pleasure with soft kisses and licks until he went limp, utterly spent. “Mmm, you’re definitely lucky,” she purred with a satisfied smile, wiping a stray bit of come from the corner of her mouth.
In his haze of post-orgasmic bliss, the lucky guy was barely aware as Carla snuggled beneath his arm, pressing her slick body to his. She laid a tender kiss on his chest. “Sleep well, handsome. You’re going to need your rest.” Her impish chuckle was the last thing he heard before drifting off, certain that no one had ever been so lucky in all of recorded history.
