Heather Learns to Squirt

Heather's body was almost in pain from so much pleasure. John kept bringing her to the edge and then stopping. What made it even better for him was the look on her face when he would stop. He knew how badly she wanted to come.

His face was both amused and amazed. She had been begging him for an hour to let her come and he kept saying no. He knew how much better it felt for her if he controlled when she came. She loved giving him that control. He had complete and total control of her pussy. He knew how to get it so wet, it felt as though she had peed herself. He had all the patience in the world and would not feel satisfied until she came.

He worked her clit until it was so swollen it seemed that it would burst. He pulled it and twisted it like she always begged him to do. He rubbed it and strummed it with his fingers until she wanted to scream, then he put his mouth on it.

Nothing was more erotic to her than having an orgasm on his face and coming in his mouth. It was so insanely personal and intimate. She loved feeling wave after wave crash over her as she pushed her sopping wet cunt onto his face. He lapped up her juices like a man dying of thirst. She begged him to stop sucking her cunt...it was too sensitive