Shaping cock

She would inevitably get on top of me and I would watch her lips spread as she took my cock — she would rest her hands on my chest and slowly shift herself up and down grinding into me.

I would watch as she found her rhythm and close her eyes. She would shake her head ever so slightly if I attempted to thrust into her — she wanted complete control and I gave it to her.

Watching her ride me was sublime; the folds of her lips pressing against my skin, the feel of her cunt taking in my cock and the slight contortions of her face as she savoured the feeling. Inevitably her eyes would open and her lips would part with a slight smile as she came for the first time — she always came quietly but the intensity increased as she continued to press into me harder; the contractions of her orgasms gripped my cock tighter.

As we continued to lose ourselves into our lovemaking, inescapably I would whisper,“Yes baby, shape my cock.”

It always made her smile quietly as if she’d just had an orgasm — she was shaping me with her desire and I obliged her with a longer and thicker cock. I never came when she was shaping my cock, although once in a while, she would have to remind me with a whisper. Our bodies would glisten with perspiration until she was satisfied; she’d lift herself off my cock and look at what she had shaped.

Sometimes she would take me into her mouth but most of the time she would simply ask me to fuck her hard with the big cock she’d shaped.

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