Pro Tip For The Girlies: When He Cums, You Don't Have to Stop

I was sucking off my guy friend the other day when he came a little quicker than I imagined he would have liked. We have been sleeping together for months now, so I can pretty easily tell when he’s disappointed in his inability to hold back. I don’t mind personally; I think it’s cute that he finds me so sexy.

Anyways, as a reward for being such a cutie and for slapping my ass every time he walks by during the day, I decided to just keep sucking him off.

Girls, I have never heard this man moan so loud before in my life. It was a raw, guttural sound of pure, overwhelming sensation. We’ve fucked in almost every position I can imagine and I’ve let him have his way with me, but he has never seemed to be so sexually satisfied as when I just kept giving him head despite his first orgasm. The overstimulation was driving him out of his mind with pleasure.

All he could do was grab fistfuls of my hair and the sheets, his body tensing and trembling, telling me over and over how much he loved me. His words were slurred, desperate, fueled by the relentless waves of pleasure I was wringing from his oversensitive cock.

After his second orgasm, I was so enamored with his confessions of love—and the way his hands were greedily feeling me in all the right places—that I jumped on top of him and began riding. His hands were all over my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples, then gripping my hips to guide my rhythm as I rode this poor boy until he forgot his own name.

When he came for the third time, a deep, shuddering release, I leaned over, my sweaty chest pressing against his, and came face to face with the man who had so kindly let me use his cock like my personal toy. He looked completely wrecked, and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He kissed me deeply, our tongues mingling as he tasted himself on my lips, and told me I was sexy as fuck, his voice hoarse and broken. I smiled down at him, feeling powerful and desired, and told him he was a good boy. I asked if he wanted me to make him cum again.

He nodded yes, a desperate, eager look in his eyes. So, after a long, slow make-out session designed to give his trembling body just enough time to recover, I began riding him again, taking us both right back to the edge.