"...what brings you here?"
I recount the romantic and heroic events of getting kicked out and moving into the basement as Snowball Slayton listens intensely, offering verbal encouragements at appropriate times. All the while I was telling my story, Amy Slayton was coming closer to me, swaying in a provocative manner, her facial expression more lustful than cheery. Her giggles in response to my marijuana-influenced attempts at humor were a bit too enthusiastic and easy to come. When she's within reach, she begins to gently stroke my arm, chest, and abdomen with her soft fingertips. She smells of some exotic sugary flower, and her scent overwhelms all other aromas. I cannot be sure if it is the sensations I'm experiencing due to intoxication, but Snowball Slayton seems to be taking control of the universe around her, all sight, smell, and touch, is drawn to her. I wonder if her taste is just as intense.
I don't have to wait very long. Slayton's wandering hands find themselves on my back; she pulls me into an embrace. Her fluttering angelic lips come to rest upon mine; the sensation is divine. Our lips part on contact and our tongues are immediately on the offensive, savagely assaulting one another in our conjoint mouth. My left hand is immediately up her shirt, squeezing and fondling her right breast. Her flesh is warm, but her nipple is in an erect state. She squeals quietly into my teeth, purring as I rub and tweak her hard nipple. Her tits aren't of any amazing size, but at an upper B maybe lower C, they are a solid handful. Her hand easily locates my cock, which is already up and ready for action.
Her hands and mine, as if with minds of their own, explore eachothers' bodies thoroughly. We have both surrendered to lust without hesitation. My possessed hands are soon pulling her tanktop over her head, exposing her pert breasts and protruding nipples to the surrounding air. Our saliva swapping ceases for only a brief moment as the fabric slides over her face. Her own hands move in a furious whirlwind; my pants drop to the floor with impressive speed. Just as my hand is creeping down to feel the inside of those shorts, Amy puts a halt to my progress. Her tongue slides out of my mouth and, with both hands hooked into the waistband of my boxers, she lowers herself to a squatting position while simultaneously yanking my boxers to the floor. Her lips are wrapping themselves around my cockhead as soon as it has sprung out from its hiding place.
Rumors of Amy Slayton's skills as an oral performer have not been exaggerated. She starts slowly, methodically licking my shaft up and down, evenly coating all eight inches with her sweet saliva. She looks up at me with a proud, wicked smile, and she bobs deep, engulfing nearly the entirety of my cock in her first go. Her throat is alive with amazing sensations, massaging my aching cock in ways previously unimagined. Her nose is pressing itself into my flesh just below the bellybutton as Amy slurps the full length between her hungry lips. The pleasure I am experiencing, though likely enhanced substantially by marijuana smoke, is of an intensity I’ve never felt from a blowjob. If anything, the rumors of Snowball Slayton’s skills in the art of felatio have not done her true abilities justice. The indulgence may simply be unexplainable through mere words.
Amy removes her hands from my cock and balls, whose attention can be adequately paid via her mouth, and moves them to the back of her head. She cups my hands in hers and guides them into forming clenched fists around her pigtails. Her hands then reach behind me, grab one of my asscheeks in each hand, and begin forcing more of my cock down her throat. I get the idea and begin fucking her face and an increasing pace and force applied. Snowball Slayton’s skills shine as never before in this performance. She can take my cock as fast as I can thrust it, and with style and grace. Her attention to detail, exciting each and every sensitive, pleasurable cell, is not diminished by the fact that a hard cock is being slammed down her throat like a jackhammer. Each thrust is emphasized by the sharp poke of her nose into my abdomen and the steady slapping of my scrotum against her chin. As I grip her pigtails for dear life, rattling her teeth with each plunge into her gullet, withstanding her endless assault of extremely effective cock-sucking techniques, I feel that familiar tingling feeling in my testicles signifying the end in sight, the inevitable ejaculation. Possessed by primal animalistic instinct, I fear I will be unable to cease my relentless, violent throat-fuck.
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