Page 31 of My Silver Fox Savior

When she wraps her lips around the tip of my dick and starts stroking my shaft, I can’t think. Her touch obliterates any doubts I could ever have. She looks up, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s so damn good,” I groan.

She nods and sucks me faster, working her hand up and down clumsily. I stare down in awe at the sight of her pretty mouth wrapped around my dick. She strokes me so quickly.

I gently touch the back of her head.

“I need that tight pussy. Fuck, if you keep going …”

She nods, moaning, then sucks meeven deeper. My hand falls away from her head. She’s got all the power here. She looks up at me, nodding, and I know what she’s saying without any words. With my dick half buried in her mouth, I know what she’s trying to tell me.

Come in my mouth.

That’s the message in her eyes. I want to tell her no. I want to explain to her that I need to save myself for her perfect pussy. I can do nothing when she keeps bobbing her head and stroking. I can’t even speak. Just standing up is enough of a challenge.

My body floods with heat. Time seems to slow down for an eternity, letting me stare down at her as she works my shaft, as her tits bounce, with her thick thighs exposed.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

I’ve never felt pleasure like this. My seed surges up my shaft, caressing every inch of me, her hot tongue swirling around my dick. When she tastes my seed, she pulls away.

“Sorry,” she gasps, but her hand is still moving furiously up and down, making my dick feel like I’m burning in the best, horniest sense.

My seed erupts all over her tits. She moans when I take my shaft in my hands.

“Push them …”

Luckily, she doesn’t need me to go on. She pushes her tits together to take the last of my seed. When it’s all over, my breathcomes hard, big, heaving breaths that make me feel like I will fall over. She stands up and finds her shorts quickly.

I pull up my pants. She’s dressed now and goes into the bathroom to take a big sip from the faucet. “Sorry,” she mutters. “I didn’t know how it would taste.”

“It’s fine,” I tell her.

After what we just did, things are way too awkward. I approach her, but she shakes her head like shefearsme.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she says. “That’snotwhy I came out here.”

“I couldn’t stop,” I groan.

“I didn’t ask you to,” she says, almost like she’s angry. “I didn’twantyou to.”

“Are you okay?”

She looks at the hallway and back at me. “It’s not a big deal, but, well … This isn’t exactly how I planned on losing my virginity.”

She rushes out her words like the verbal equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. I can sense she doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

“You deserve more romance for that,” I agree. “Something you can look back on.”

“Did you know? Could you tell?”

“No, not until toward the end. Then I got an idea.”

“Did I seem nervous?”

“You seemed sexy as hell.”

“Sexy as hell,” she repeats under her breath. “Do you want to tell me about the apple tree now? We can trade, right? What we just did for the truth about the apple tree.” She laughs shakily. It’s not a genuine laugh. It’s almost like she’s trying to let out some small pieces of agony, or maybe not so small.

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