Brazilian Heat

“Man, she was strong,” I thought to myself. She had dropped to her knees and I let my pants follow her to the floor. She slid my boxers down and then admired my ebony member before inhaling it. She didn’t slowly slide it into her mouth. She shoved the whole thing in until I was in the back of her throat and my pubes were tickling her nose. Then she slowly slid it out, coating it with a thick film of saliva. My knees buckled slightly. Then she pressed it up against my belly while she licked the underside of it. She licked from the head to the balls. Then she held it forward and licked the top of it. From the head to base. I was in awe as I watched her lips and mouth work over my cock. After thoroughly coating it with her spit she held it between each palm. It looked as if she were about to say a prayer. Then she began sliding her hand back and forth while placing just the tip of my head in her mouth. She sucked hard on the head but kept the massage gentle. The contrasting styles almost brought me to orgasm. I was going to come and I could tell she knew I was when she stopped.

She stood up and backed away from me stepping into the bedroom. I didn’t move. She began undressing herself. The only light in the room was what came in from the moon and the street lamps outside. She slid off her top and threw it on the floor. Next she threw off her skirt and threw it on the floor. Then she was left standing in her g-string thongs and her heels. My god she looked sexy. I slowly walked into the room where she had climbed up on the bed.

“U…Me.” She said pointing to her sweet spot.

“I …U?” I said, feigning ignorance. Truth be told I couldn’t wait to taste her sweet pussy.

“U…me?” She said again spreading her legs wide on the bed.

I stepped out of my jeans and pulled off my shirt. Leaving them where I stood. I made my way up onto the king sized bed. Slowly running my hands over her smooth but tone legs.