After a Hardcore Fuck
I love that moment afterwards
as he lays back on the bed,
his still hard cock stands proudly between his legs
and a deep contented sigh escapes from his lungs.
He is slick with sweat and exhausted
his cock is coated with our combined juices.
It is this moment when I get to take him slowly
taking is half-hard manhood in my mouth.
I can still feel him twitching and throbbing
as my lips close gently around him,
bathing him with my tongue
licking and slurping it all over.
The scent of his cock fills my nose.
the heady scent, of our combined sex,
that can only be created by our fucking,
a mixture of come, saliva, sweat and my juice.
His unmistakable taste floods my mouth
as I explore the now highly sensitive
head of his cock with my lips.
I am addicted to this scent and taste.
Tenderly I move all over him
with a slow sensual dance of lips and tongue
that glide downwards, cleaning and tasting,
taking him deeper and deeper, as I can.
until finally I have licked it all,
and I am getting is my own slick juices
that have pooled around the base of his shaft.
His cock now tastes of ME.
Slowly his breathing returns to normal
and I can feel his body relax underneath me
as he luxuriates in the cleansing touch of my loving mouth.
I can feel it in his breathing.
Finally my oral caresses slow to a stop
and I just lay and hold him within the warmth of me
until eventually I feel his hands on my hair
and he pulls me back up his body
and lays my head down on to his chest.
For now our lust is sated
but the taste of us on my lips and in my mouth
and that still present odour of our bodies
still lingers around me.
The taste and smell is reminder,
not only of what just went before
but also hints at promises
of what might be to come.
I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.
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Layla
