A striptease as a foretaste
What could turn a man on better than an erotic dance? I placed a chair in the middle of the room and let him take a seat. To the sounds of the music, I put one knee between his legs, making the first body contact. I brought my bust very close to his face so that he could pull down the zipper of my top with his mouth.
I wore the red bra set he was so into and let him enjoy the sight. His hands landed on my ass and I gyrated my ass a few times for him. After that, I turned around and bent forward so he could undo the clasp of the miniskirt as well. I let him take off the garment for me.
Since I was wearing the matching red thong, I knew he was bound to start secretly drooling at the sight behind me.
Now it was my turn to unwrap my gift. Slowly I unfastened every single button of his shirt so that I could tear off the garment a short time later.
Now it was his pants' turn. The belt was quickly opened and removed. The button I opened with my fingers, for the zipper I also used my mouth. This had the result that under his pants was already a huge bulge to see. I quickly pulled down the last piece of clothing and let him help me out of my underwear.
The Blowjob of his life
I took two steps backwards and told him to follow me. Of course, he immediately complied with the request. I led him into the bedroom and pointed to the bed. He willingly lay down and I began to cover his chest with kisses. Very slowly I worked my way down.
When he realized where the journey was going, he let out a satisfied grunt. Despite everything, I had to grin. My sweetheart was already unable to speak.
Finally, I arrived at his groin.
His cock stood bulging upwards and pulsated with horniness. A really delicious sight, but I still wanted to let him wriggle a bit. I covered the insides of his thighs with kisses and then devoted myself to his testicles. Gently I took one egg after the other in my mouth and began to suck.
From a little further up I heard sounds of deepest approval.
Now it was time to give him what we both wanted so much. I enclosed his member with my lips and tasted his glans with my tongue. I went deeper so that I could take more of his penis into my mouth. The tip of my tongue circled his glans.
Spurred on by his moans, I began to blow his cock like crazy. I always paid attention to his breathing and adjusted my speed accordingly. After all, I didn't want him to come before I planned it.
A tingling finish
I had to force myself to release his tasty cock. For comfort, I placed a hand around it, moving it gently up and down. With my free hand, I fumbled for the champagne glass I had provided and took a deep sip.
The alcohol immediately landed in my blood and revved up my circulation even more. I kept the second sip of the pleasantly tingling liquid in my mouth. Finally, my lips were allowed to close around his best piece again. Now he was allowed to enjoy the caresses of my tongue, while the tingling drink tickled on his glans.
His breath was coming in jerks and he was sweating all over. He was seconds away from cuming. Should I take it all in my mouth, or rather let him come in my face? He would like both. I didn't need to ask him, since he couldn't have given an intelligible answer at that moment anyway.
So I simply increased the pressure of my tongue and gently inserted my teeth. Already his thick sperm shot into my mouth and mixed with the champagne. The combination made for a decidedly interesting flavor, which I gladly swallowed.
Satisfied, he looked at me gratefully. Smiling, I leaned down to him, my fingers stroking his cock as if at random.
"Would you like some more?"
