Paul groaned aloud, tightening his sphincter, a clear droplet of pre cum oozed from the dark red mushroom head of his cock. Expertly Gwen increased her grip causing the blood to engorge his bulbous tip, "Ooo...somebody's leaking...God I love it...love the silky taste of pre cum...and...it's all mine..."
Her glossy lips formed an O enveloping the spongy head, the tip of her tongue flicked inside his pee hole. Lost in pleasure Paul deeply moaned with quivering knees. Gwen released the prize with a wet popping sound cooing, "Mmm-mmm-mmm...so sweet...Mmm...tasty...knew you would be..."licking her lips. "Baby you'd better sit down before you fall down." She chirped, giggling.
Reluctantly she let go of his straining hard-on, his ass easing onto the bed's quilt. Gwen's fingernails splayed against inner thighs, pushing them apart, comfortably scooting forward and ogling his accessible man flesh.
"Baby...God you're so hard...I'm gonna suck...this...tall monster dry. Would you like that Paul...sweetie?" As if a logical answer was needed. He grunted, propped on elbows to enjoy the show, her way.
Lustfully cupping his scrotum, her long tongue painted tiny circles before gently capturing each sensitive ball, mouthing them like candy. The fat length of Paul's stiff prick lay heavily against his stomach and Gwen ran the flat of her tongue long pulsating blue veins attentively laving the erogenous underside.
Moist lips and teeth surrounded the ridges of his engorged cock head and Gwen engulfed the pole inch by inch, incredibly deep throating him, its entirety lodged in her cavernous throat.
Deliriously, he gasped at Gwen's Linda Lovelace talents. No-one had ever managed to deep throat his John Thomas. Annie had, on occasion, jokingly teased that with his sizeable member, he should consider the porn industry.
Extricating herself off his cock and gulping air, Paul stared at the magenta penis, glistening with rivulets of Gwen's saliva. Her hand began a rhythmic pumping, using the available coating as a lubricant.
