I guess picking me up had turned him on, too. His cock grew harder as I sucked delicately at the tip, focusing on the area where I knew there were a ton of nerve endings. I put my hand up and down his shaft, using my saliva as a lubricant. I touched his balls and rolled them lightly in my hand. His hands clamped on the back of my head, making me immobile. He thrust harshly into my mouth. He triggered my gag reflex, but I tried to relax my throat to take him. He couldn't last very long like this. With a cry, he filled my mouth with load after load of salty come. I drank it down."Now me," Chris said, not waiting for me to recover.He forced me to get on my hands and knees, making a straight line with my mouth and throat."I can get deeper like this," he said conversationally, as he pushed into my throat. He could and did.I knew that he had different hotspots than Blake did. I touched my mouth to his balls, teabagging him for a half second. He couldn't stop himself from spurting all over my face and breasts."You make a very pretty picture, sweetheart," he told me, rubbing his come into my skin.
