I have the perfect man.
He is many things to many people: husband, father, grandpa, boss, friend, and mentor. But at the end of the day, he takes on his greatest role—my lover and best friend.
His focus becomes my body and the pleasures he can bestow upon me with his mouth, hands, and rigid manhood.
Soft kisses on my neck and shoulders give way to the clever capturing of a nipple between his teeth as he manhandles my voluptuous breasts. A teasing tongue trails down my body until it reaches its destination—my smooth, bare mound. Fingers deftly part delicate pink folds to find my nectar waiting to be invaded and drawn out.
Eventually, his greedy mouth devours me as my hips rock with intense need. My back arches, and I cry out passionately. An explosion of love and lust fills his mouth with honey, which he decadently shares with me. Tasting myself on his lips is fucking delicious and heightens my arousal even more.
Breathlessly, I beg him to impale me with his rock-hard dick. He grins at me wickedly and assures me that is his plan, but not yet! First, I must show my devotion with my exquisite brand of cock worship.
I lick my lips as I put my long, red locks into a ponytail and position myself between his muscular thighs. Teasing the head of his thick shaft with my tongue, my eyes lock with his seductively as he disappears into my willing mouth. My hands cup his sac, massaging his balls as he hits the entrance to my pharynx. His hands instinctively push my head down until he is lodged in my throat.
Using my hair as a handle, he pulls me back off, allowing me to catch my breath. I flash him a wanton look as if daring him to fuck my throat relentlessly. He never fails to interpret my expression. Pushing my head back down and pulling it up again, he repeats the process; each thrust in my throat making obscene sounds. As he continues to alternate this push-and-pull motion, I feel my juices begin to drip from between my swollen labia.
