Then the tickling play of her lively tongue stopped When I looked down at her through half-lidded eyes, she grabbed me and tilted my rigid shaft toward her as she bent down slowly to take my cock in her receptive mouth. Inch by inch, that marvelous girl took me in, sliding the taut ring of her lips down the swollen shaft, ducking her head to go down on me. Through lust-narrowed eyes, I watched the top of her small head as it bobbed up and down in smooth, easy rhythm.

My darling little fellatrix was sucking me off with surprising skill Her cheeks hollowed as she vacuumed me with ruthless determination. I groaned, clamping my hands on her thin, naked shoulders and held on, tightening my grip, clenching my teeth as the most excruciating waves of pleasure rocketed through me. Then the clever slave girl added a new thrill. She never stopped her energetic sucking, but now she began to bring her tongue up, swirling it around in an upward spiral each time she came up. The novel sensation drove me instantly to new heights of pleasure-almost painful, unbearable, straining my endurance to its absolute limits as I held on, arching my rigid hips high into the air, clinging, with gritted teeth, to the last shreds of control.

But the powerful upsurge in my loins became irresistible under the sheer intensity of the repeated thrills, thrills which escalated wildly, till they sent me careering toward the supreme moment of climax I could hold out no longer. My last conscious act was to push the eager girl back, extracting my throbbing penis, and aiming it right at her face. At that exact moment, I exploded in a tremendous climax, sending a powerful surge of sperm erupting from the pulsating shaft to decorate her pretty face. Then I was coming with furious urgency, spurting thick wads of semen that jetted out to splatter another man’s slave girl, painting her neat features with ropy strands of creamy sperm in pulsating explosions that seemed to go on forever.