There was too much of him, so she contented herself with sucking one testicle and rubbing the other gently with her thumb and forefinger. Johnny suddenly tensed in her arms. Before he could shoot his load, Amber took her thumb and pressed it firmly against the base of his prick, on the underside. With a groan, Johnny felt his bubbling sperm returning to his balls.

Amber sighed and kept her thumb there for another minute. Afterwards, she licked her lips, rubbing them against the tip of his cock. He felt her warm tongue swirling around the head. He could no longer stand it. His rocks were once again beginning to boil. As before, he felt her thumb press against the base of his dong, and his fluid once again returned to his quivering sac.

Amber began pumping him with her mouth, letting only the head of his dick enter her mouth. Each time his prick went inside, her tongue worked him feverishly on the wet head. He didn't think he could take much more of this. His balls were beginning to ache. She would not let them alone. Her fingers and palms rubbed them, stroked them, prodded them, tickled them. All the while, she pumped his head with her warm lips and blew her hot breath all over his flushed thighs.

Before he knew what was happening, he was falling to his side. Amber quickly got up and knelt between his spread thighs. He looked up and saw her beautiful brown hair spilling everywhere. Just that, he felt her lips clamping over his joint. Her head began bobbing up and down as she fucked him. He closed his eyes and yielded helplessly to her caresses. Once again, his hot lava crept out of his balk. He cried out just before he felt her thumb press against him. Moaning feverishly, he felt his jism going back to his balls.

Amber pumped his swollen pole eagerly.