Three feet of cock- 4

She began to kiss the tip of Peter’s cock each time she plunged downwards. A light, teasing peck. She knew he wanted more, but she wanted to inflame his lust, not quench it in satisfaction. She rested the head of his cock on his lower lip while she caressed its shaft with her full, heavy breasts. Her tongue played along the edge of his head as Peter moaned loudly through clenched teeth. His hips bucked, trying to force his cock into her mouth, but she parried his every thrust, moving her tongue out of range each time he pushed forward.

She rubbed her thighs together. She could feel a powerful warmth spreading through her body. She pinched her nipples gently, groping her chest. Unable to resist any longer, she let Peter land a blow, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Peter gasped. Batoul flicked her tongue back and forth against the underside of his cock. They groaned together. Spikes of pleasure coursed through her body, arcs of electricity from her nipples to her clit. More, more, more… Her ecstasy exploded from her crotch. She quivered on her knees, almost bending over double. A warm flush spread across her bust and cheeks.