Oxygen

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Handcuffed and naked
Sprawled across an heirloom bed
I await my unique dessert

Slowly
She slides her palms up against my balls
Rests her hands at my waist
She's commented before how much she enjoys
Every aspect of touching

Even blindfolded
I can tell that her mouth is opened wide, ready to perform
With teasing breath, like a tropical breeze
and a shower of saliva
Over my rising head

Fingernails gliding
Up and down my shaft
Plenty of thoughts passed
Before she made a pussy
Of her hand.

Perfectly balanced
Every stroke tightened, or otherwise changed
Gaining speed and the desire
To pump me free of my demons
I sense an edge in sight

And then
That first kiss, well placed
Her tongue rolling over my throbbing head
in steady circles

with both hands, she grabs my erection
pressing down with her elbows
to prevent any upward thrusts
slowly, she impales her puckered kiss
over and again

my balls tighten, my heart races
And then
she
Stops.

Nothing.
No touch, no sultry breeze
No saliva rain storms over my throbbing tree
The bed chamber draped in absolute silence
Allowing me ample time
To dwell on each magnified thought
Trapped within my mind

I can only guess, an hour later
Maybe two
The mattress dips with renewed activity
Within seconds, my erection returns
Hopeful again.

Not a word.

Jennifer sucked my cock right back in
As if no interruption existed
I feel the bed shift as she turns
wiggling her ass toward my face
her panty, a dripping mess
I breathe in, her scent

Full jerking hands topped with cherry lip kisses
And she leans back
Her ass forcing my head into the pillow.
Grinding and rubbing
Making my face a her masturbatory toy.

She seems to know exact times
To raise her body up
Allowing to me breathe
No, gasp
For just seconds at a time
Before resting back down again.

Getting close
To out of
Oxygen

This time, her panty aside
My mouth cheeks and nose
Glazed with her erotic juices
A few mutual maneuvers
Before my tongue finds its way
Deep inside her pussy

How much longer?
My thoughts derange
And I hear her soft sexy whisper:
The first words of the night:

"Which do you want more?
To cum, or breathe?

And my state of powerlessness
Not being able to respond verbally
She times it like a sensual artist
Right when I want to shout my answer as loud as possible
Even if entirely muffled by her dripping pussy
She sucks harder and lifts her ass
Just in time
for
My explosion
My treat
Our reward

Massive tremors within
become
Flowing streams caught
By her anxiously awaiting mouth
She always liked the taste; the exhilaration
The excitement pushes her just like
She pushed me
She shifts the weight on her knees
Rocking back and forth
Each time her clit touches part of my face
She cums
Harder.
Moaning and dripping
Panting like a girl from our favorite movie

Leaving the glistening remnants
Of orgasm
On me.
She, too
Seems to be running
Out of
Oxygen.

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