As Karen ran her tongue along the underside of my cock and
increased her suction, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long.
Already, I could feel a hallmark pleasant tightening of my
stomach muscles. Between gasps of pleasure and involuntary
thrusts into Karen’s mouth, I told her I was getting ready to
come. Karen responded by squeezing my balls and, if possible,
taking me further into her mouth, sucking even harder, and
trilling her tongue in still more delightful convolutions. I had
both hands on her head, running through her blond hair, helping
me actively thrust against her mouth. I was getting closer and
closer to the edge; I could feel my balls pulling in to my body
in anticipation of what wasn’t far away.
Karen finally pushed me over the edge when she ran her
tongue repeatedly around the sensitive ridge on my glans. I
thrust spasmodically against her mouth and held her head tightly
as I started spurting down her throat. Karen didn’t even try to
move away; she just kept sucking my cock, swallowing its load and
draining the last of the sperm that had boiled forth from my
balls. After I had collapsed back against the bed and was idly
caressing Karen’s hair, she let my softening cock slip out of her
mouth and moved up to kiss me.