Peeking down while pretending not to watch as he practiced his clitoral technique on my nipple quickly had me mesmerized by his skills and forgetting to pretend not to watch. Little could he know that my clit grew in pace with my puckered nipple while his tongue and teeth teased me perfectly. I felt a spasm and tug in my pink purse every time my clit, I mean nipple escaped his mouth while waiting to be captured again. I was already a soppy mess below the waist from feeling his wonderful cock grow in my grip while I teased him first as he watched TV and pretended to ignore me. It took me a minute to convince his cock to come out of its shell and play and that in itself was sufficient foreplay for me. I started over his night pants with some gentle petting and when I felt his cock growing tight in his briefs I put my hand in them to readjust his fattening hot chub for easier access. His cock quickly outgrew his foreskin which I used to help facilitate my hand as it slid up and down the length of his cock. Between my hand action and the tantalizing friction of his briefs must have been causing by the head of his cock rubbing against them, it wasn’t long before his deep happy sounds increased and his cock continued to grow to fill his lap, not to mention my hunger as my mouth watered to taste it. That is when he pulled me by my hair back into the couch and kissed me heatedly while he pulled my tank top until my breast sat exposed and he woke it with his strong hand molding it until my nipple started to grow between his pinching fingers. Like I said, it wasn’t long before I was zoned out on his magical mouth and only snapped out of it when I felt his fingers going for the wallet in my hot, wet purse. I snapped my legs closed, and he asked rhetorically if we could take it into the bedroom as he pulled me up off the couch.
I peeled my clothes off on my way to the bathroom to relieve myself and when I came out I found him laying nekkid on his back with his heavy cock beckoning as it sat on display across his abs. I nearly drooled as I came around the bed so single-minded and famished. “He missed you,” he said as I picked it up off him and pulled it down towards my hungry mouth. It was so hard that it defied gravity, fighting me as I pulled it down and closed my lips around it. He tastes so fucking good even before he is flavored with me and I used his foreskin as I squeezed and jerked his fat cock while I also tried to swallow it. I didn’t know how hungry I truly was or how aggressive I was being until I tasted his pre-cum in my mouth, and then I got hungrier. My pussy was also drooling because I was so excited about how excited he already was. I wanted to finish him; I wanted to feel his hot seed shoot down my throat as his cock flexed in my mouth and his groans got more and more desperate. I was going for it when he asked if he could show me how good it felt, and I suddenly became torn between finishing him and his request. “I need to taste you” broke the tie and I literally had to wrestle his cock from my mouth because it was still undecided. He asked me if I could taste what I was doing to him and I gave him a salty kiss to prove that I did before I turned around and lowered myself onto his face and picked up his cock and continued where I left off. This time his cock fed me as its natural curve had me trying to choke myself as he spread my ass and thus opened my purse to plunder.
I vaguely remember tasting remnants of his pre-cum at the back of my throat before he reached into my purse and closed his mouth over my clit at the same time. I sat harder on his face as it spread me tauter, and he started to hum as he ate. His deep humming quickly had me cumming like Niagara Falls and then his hums turned into happy sounds as he drank. I came and came, but it wasn’t the finale; it seemed to make me even hotter, like I could feel the big one lurking nearby. I suddenly became impossibly hornier as I squeezed and sucked his cock like I caught the purse snatcher red-handed. I cursed his cock out as I pummeled it, determined to take its life while the real purse snatcher became even more brazen. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any hornier he worked more fingers into everywhere. All I can say about that is I felt like I was possessed by a filthy sailor because of the dirty things that I can’t even convey in writing that I was thinking. I bucked in the saddle as he took advantage of all my lubricants and just when I was about to explode he says “oh no you don’t” as if he knew and pressed me off his face and threw me onto my stomach and plowed his magnificent cock so deep into my pussy I thought I might choke on it from the bottom up. With no cock in my throat, there was nothing to quiet that sailor any longer.
He rammed into me like I was the purse snatcher, and it seemed he, too, was possessed as he gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises and bounced off my backside and competed with me for the foulest mouth in the room. There is something about cursing that makes you come harder, and I knew I was close to making a citizen’s arrest. Just hearing and feeling him let go both verbally and physically like that was enough for that big one of mine to come. I came so hard that I was sure he had to feel it too, and I swore that I must have made a huge mess, and it wasn’t long before the purse snatcher was turning himself in too. With a handful more of deep, hard thrusts, he stopped at my deepest parts, and I felt him fill my purse. I felt his cock as it flexed and pumped his seed into me in waves. I swear that this was the best mugging ever, and when he fell next to me and confessed, there was no doubt that I hoped to get my purse snatched a lot more often.
Happy Hump Day!
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