From Iceberg61
Ah, my dream. It was a wet one, Sassy, I can tell you that much. I dreamt that I was woken up by a hot, sloppy, suction sensation as a wonderful mouth feasted on my stiff erection, from the tip right down to my shaven nutsack nearly eight inches away.
Anyway, I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to get my focus in the pale morning light which halfheartedly attempted to invade the room via the curtain edges.
To my delight I looked down on a tangled mass of rustic reddy-orangey-auburney long hair (shit, I'm inventing colours now, but that's what I saw).
So I thought, Yes, I'm getting my cock sucked by Julianne Moore, GET IN. Twelve seconds later, I thought, Hold on, it might not be the delightful Miss Moore, it could be, Rachel McAdams. Jeezus, at that point, I began to feel my thrill rising from my balls which were being tenderly stroked by the Hollywood suck machine which was now slurping and sucking with the power of a Dyson Hoover!
I suddenly reached the point of no return and I think Miss Moore, or Miss McAdams sensed this. Her hand swiftly swapped places with her eager mouth and she pumped furiously on my throbbing manhood which three seconds later shot a ropey hot jet of sperm about four foot in the air which then landed a seagull-type hit right on the top of her head! Oh dear.
As I bucked and thrust my hips upwards to meet the jerking rhythm of her hand, the other hand still stroking on my rock-hard balls, the following four squirts were more watery in consistency and not as airborne as the first, but still plentiful in volume.
What must have been about thirty post-orgasmic seconds later, I refocused my vision on the gorgeous redhead who had sucked and jerked me to the best climax I've had in ages.
Julianne Moore?
Rachel McAdams?
The woman thrust her face to within inches of mine. 'Hi, you sexy little chocolate iceberg ... SassyBri here.'
Then I passed out. When I woke up a short time later, you were gone. I was just laying there in a sticky pool of my own cock-mess.
Oh, it was you, wasn't it, Sass. I didn't imagine it, did I?
Anyway, I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to get my focus in the pale morning light which halfheartedly attempted to invade the room via the curtain edges.
To my delight I looked down on a tangled mass of rustic reddy-orangey-auburney long hair (shit, I'm inventing colours now, but that's what I saw).
So I thought, Yes, I'm getting my cock sucked by Julianne Moore, GET IN. Twelve seconds later, I thought, Hold on, it might not be the delightful Miss Moore, it could be, Rachel McAdams. Jeezus, at that point, I began to feel my thrill rising from my balls which were being tenderly stroked by the Hollywood suck machine which was now slurping and sucking with the power of a Dyson Hoover!
I suddenly reached the point of no return and I think Miss Moore, or Miss McAdams sensed this. Her hand swiftly swapped places with her eager mouth and she pumped furiously on my throbbing manhood which three seconds later shot a ropey hot jet of sperm about four foot in the air which then landed a seagull-type hit right on the top of her head! Oh dear.
As I bucked and thrust my hips upwards to meet the jerking rhythm of her hand, the other hand still stroking on my rock-hard balls, the following four squirts were more watery in consistency and not as airborne as the first, but still plentiful in volume.
What must have been about thirty post-orgasmic seconds later, I refocused my vision on the gorgeous redhead who had sucked and jerked me to the best climax I've had in ages.
Julianne Moore?
Rachel McAdams?
The woman thrust her face to within inches of mine. 'Hi, you sexy little chocolate iceberg ... SassyBri here.'
Then I passed out. When I woke up a short time later, you were gone. I was just laying there in a sticky pool of my own cock-mess.
Oh, it was you, wasn't it, Sass. I didn't imagine it, did I?
11 年 前