Colour. Part 20

His hard cock presented itself for licking, and lick I did. I even traveled down to his balls, sucking one and then the other. I licked at that tender spot behind them, twirling my tongue around and rejoicing when he thrust his cock into my face. I held his balls while my mouth made its way back to his cock.

I kissed the tip of the head just gently with my lips. When I pulled away, a long stream of pre-cum came with me. I glanced up at him and licked my lips, drinking it in. His whole face dropped with agonized pleasure as he groaned.

I took him in, squeezing his balls just as his cock lodged in my throat.

“Fuck, Johanna,” he grunted. His hand grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me off him.

I opened my mouth to complain and he took that moment to push me right back. It dawned on me what he wanted. He wanted to fuck my face.

“Fuck, yes. Take that cock.”

I did. I took it all the way down, lathering it with my saliva and loving it with my tongue.