She leaned in and kissed me softly, while her hand slid into my boxers, brushing the length of my cock. "I should not be doing this, Jack. But I am weak."Her hand grasped me and stroked me, gently, feeling my length. Then she was sliding down the bed, pulling my boxers down and freeing me at last. She brought her patrician mouth to my hardness, her tongue flicking out and tasting me, testing me. When her mouth engulfed me, at long last, I moaned for her.She was more playful then passionate, sucking me easily, stroking me while she watched my response. Her mouth never left me for too long, but frequently she would pull away, kissing my shaft, running her tongue over my balls, sucking each gently. She planted dozens of kisses on my thighs and on my belly, her tongue tickling me. But always she returned to the amazing sucking, looking up to me, staring into my eyes while I filled her mouth."I'm getting close," I warned her, far sooner than I would have expected, when her motions had y
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