TheWay it is Now_(1)

The Way It Is Now

I’m still groggy, but the things the mouth are doing to my cock are nothing to complain about.

I look down at the head in my lap. The shiny blond (I think she’s blond at least) ringlets of curls tickling my abdomen as her head moves up and down. And my fat knob compresses as she works it past her gag reflex and into her throat. She occasionally fights off the urge to choke as she lets out noises that are almost obscene, but positively sexy when she does.

Blasting deep into her mouth, I even surprise myself at the volume I produce. She takes every drop. Sucks out whatever may still be in the pipes with a slurp. Then quietly but quickly rolls off the bed before I can manage to grab her for a kiss.

There isn’t enough light for me to tell the colors. But the lacy booty shorts clinging to her ass get enough light to let me see how perfectly shaped it is. Thighs and calves toned to a gymnasts perfection. Still unable to process colors in the dim light. The thinly strapped silk top clings to her torso so precisely to her upturned breast; it doesn’t hide her hard nipple as she exits the room and turns down the hall. No need for a bra?

I’m frightened now, as I think that may not the same woman I went to bed with. I didn’t get a chance to see her face.

The smell on vanilla filling my nostrils as I manage to stand on sort of shaky legs.

that blow job was AMAZING

The green glow of a clock that guides me to the master bath, telling me its 9 something Sunday morning. I find it’s hard to focus due to my dehydrated state. But the bra I managed to have hook with my toe getting there, recalling a vague memory.