Over the week-end of Saturday, June 30, 2012 and Sunday, July 1, 2012, Kevin had no internet at home, so we didn't exchange emails.
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Most hotel rooms have a full length mirror. Kevin would pull me to it and stand facing it while I faced him. He was fully clothed; I was naked except for my white lace bra and panties. He sank his fingers into my hair and kissed me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth with his appetite. I opened my mouth and took in as much as he would give me. We kissed for a long time. I loved the soft warmth of his mouth, the adept way he took my lips between his. He cupped and squeezed my ass, watching himself touch me in the mirror. Then he dug his fingers deeper into my hair, and pulled me by it to the floor. I sunk down to my hunches, waiting obediently with my hands in my lap while I watched him unzip his pants and take out his hard-on. With one hand, he grasped the back of my head again, with the other, he guided his cock into my mouth. At first, he only put in the tip.
“Only the tip now,” he murmured.
I wrapped my lips eagerly around his cock and sucked firm and slow.
“Oh yeah, that a girl.”
He watched us in the mirror. He said he liked that position because it allowed him to see his favorite parts of me while I sucked him—my ass and my hair. I sucked the tip of his shaft, licking the slit on the underside, the most sensitive part of him. His hard-on grew even bigger in my mouth. I lowered my head deeper onto his cock, letting my tongue slide up and down the ridge. He put his palms on the sides of my head, and holding me in place, began to slowly pump his hips.
“Oh, yeah.” He watched us in the mirror. Me nothing but a heart-shaped ass and a dark tangle of tresses. He, a tower of ripped muscle.
As he fucked my mouth, I felt a delicious ache spread between my legs, and knew that my pussy was getting wet. I raised my hand and cupped his balls, rubbing firm but gentle, as if milking him.
He let out a half gasp half moan. “I love it when you do that.”
I massaged his balls in time to my mouth sliding up and down his shaft in a tight O. I wrapped my other hand firmly around the base, pulling the skin down to more expose his nerves to my tongue. He kept his hands in my hair, so that he could control the speed. I lowered my head onto his hard-on until I felt the tip in my throat. He shuddered somewhere above me. I deep-throated him slowly at first, then faster, all the while slinging my tongue along the underside of his cock, kneading his huge balls in my small palm. Drops of pre-cum spread on my tongue like warmed glass, He had a pleasant taste, faintly salty and sweet. I sucked harder, faster. My knees were beginning to ache on the hard floor, but I kept still as he slid his hard-on in and out of my mouth, sometimes pushing it in so deep that it was hard to breathe. His cock smelled of what a man’s cock smells of when it has been sitting in underwear all day. I inhaled his coarse scent and felt the ache between my legs quicken to a throb. He hadn't even bothered to take off his pants. They stood as if on their own will at his hips.
“I want to fuck you,” he said and lifted me to my feet by my arm pits.
He pulled me up with as little effort as if I were a sprig, then taking my hand, led me to bed.
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