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The Winner’s Circle — SEM
I lasted longer than you anticipated. You said that you were feeling a little raw, so I went to get an ice cube from the freezer. Your pussy was hot as I put the cube in my mouth, licking the edges of your narrow vertical lips. There was a sudden deep gasp. As the ice rapidly melted, your lips became near numb. You chuckled and shivered. Now aroused again with a vengeful smile and glare, you made me get on all fours. You moved to the rear and slapped my black hairy ass.
You kneeled down and began to lick my smoothly shaved balls from behind. As my ass tightened from the wonderful sensation, my dick was boing-ing up and down, and the stretch of a long drop of pre-cum lowered to the rug like a spider sliding down a string of silk. You slid under me as if you we’re giving me an oil change. After-all, you realized the importance of servicing this high performance machine. You took my stiff dick and pull it down to reach your craving mouth. Concerned that your neck would ache, I lower my body and reach for a pillow to slide under your head. You suck me vigorously with a large amount of saliva running down your face. I couldn’t help but moan. My knees were weakening. Using the other hand you massaged the line running between my balls and butt hole – the sensation was unbearable. Your head jerked as I surprised you with a high pressure squirt of warm Johnson Juice. You stroke my dick with more vigor as I completely unload my semen filling your velvety mouth. You licked the tip of my head squeezing out every drop of sperm.
I rolled over onto my back out of breath. Your smile was likened to a jockey standing in the winner’s circle at Kentucky’s derby. Your stud had performed for you this day. I pulled you down to kiss the mouth that had just punked me. I growled, “ummm….my girl.”
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Steven Eric Masters, a southern California native, is a freelance writer, poet, short story writer, and speaker. Steven enjoyed a successful career in aerospace and the recreation vehicle industry before deciding to pursue his long time passion – writing.
An avid jazz fan and traveler, Steven uses life experiences and traditional jazz influences in the development of all of his works.